Somos

We are the cross that destroys the planet
The B-side of a universal CD
Tranquimacín mixed with Amphetamines
We are a deadly cocktail
We are the grass of pine boxes
We are the train we let pass

A three-four rhythm of weary pace
But capable of loving
And some don't know what they say
And others don't say what they know
They don't say no

We are two poles, four seasons
We are the repercussion of our actions
We are Romeos and Juliets
We are a Sun with its sand of nine planets
We are kings, we are gypsies
For biting an apple
Sometimes even worms

We are sources of heat and energy
We are generally more thief than police
We are our daily bread
A rib, a bite of Adam
We are soldiers on the front line
We are only loneliness

And some don't know what they say
And others don't say what they know
They don't say no
We are two poles, four seasons
We are the repercussion of our actions

We are Romeos and Juliets
We are a Sun with its sand of nine planets
We are kings, we are gypsies
For biting an apple
Sometimes even worms

We are sources of heat and energy
We are generally more thief than police
We are a disease for which there is no cure
We are viruses that sneeze and study Literature
There are smart ones, but few
There are more fools and proud ones

Without knowing that from above, they look at us like lice
We are a house in ruins, we are two feet and two hands
We don't know what we want, and yet, we claim
We are cannon fodder and adrenaline
A race that is capable of believing its lies

We are what doesn't exist in the Universe
We are a poetry with passion but without verses
We are like little lambs chasing religions
Without knowing that the truth lies in our hearts
We are that light they say shines at the end of a tunnel
We run towards it and that's when we stop being