Confusión Mental

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