Espia de Dios
Los Abuelos de La Nada
God's Spy
Through the eye of good
Spies evil
Through the eye of evil
Spies good
In the cunning of the thief
I see necessity
In the nuance of tears goes
All happiness
Blind you go like a
Lamp of no one
Silly is your little being
Of duality
Give back to the people
What belongs to the earth
Only those who have no wings or feet
Crawl
