Febre

There's a fever burning in the city
That only catches on during the summer
Setting the youth's souls on fire
Eye to eye, foot to foot, and hand in hand
No one is lying
This is goodbye to illusion
Each head has a verdict
And a destiny engraved in the palm of the hand

There's a thirst in every throat
That is for justice, order, and action
Encouraging collectivity
Through the idea of unity
No one is swallowing
What is not to be swallowed
Each demand, each outcry
In the stern gaze of its bearer

Ooooo it's tough as nails!
Oooo it's iron and fire!
Fire!