Estado Natural
Los Nocheros
Natural State
Naked souls
Naked all bodies
Nature
Stripped of feelings
Without sorrows or glories
Without having to forgive each other
Without saying I love you
Because loving is human
The wild man
Alone knows the north
Don't follow the trail
Of those who prey on the forest
The man in his pure state
Has no rush, has no but
Of evils I was born naked
Naked I want to die
Nature ordered
To hell with the witchcraft
For the folk dance
Was born in this holy land
From the tree I have been
Now fallen as a log
I become a guitar
To accompany your dream
The man fades away
For not lighting a star
And marks territory
As owner of the land
The man in his pure state
Has no rush, has no but
Of evils I was born naked
Naked I want to die
