Confusión Mental
Logos
Mental Confusion
Our enemy raises his army
Proselytizers of disunity
Always stealing words from the wind
That others inherit without reflection
You, me, free from those ties
You, me, far from that mental confusion
Only a few owners of themselves
Don't need any disguise
The rebellion of showing oneself as an idiot
Without doing anything has never served
We will never be the reason
For a defeated feeling
We have strength and choice
To tell them that we are alive
We are alive
