Laberinto
Los Tipitos
Maze
Day, sunny here in the mountains
Walking among the war
And always messing around
That's how the land is
The face of the gringo or the native
Are mirrors of other faces
Other races that were seen dissolved
That were seen massacred
Today, here or tomorrow
The heart beats, the foot steps
And I raise my head alert
Today, the blood woke up
Suddenly I glimpse a portion
Of this maze, maze
I see, my life is a thread
In the capricious skein
Of history and even if I want
To remember, I couldn't
To keep track of the people
I crossed paths with makes me dizzy
Suddenly it stops
All the time
