Será Posible El Sur

Will the south be possible? Will it be possible?
So many stray bullets to the heart of the people
So many mothers involved in the word crazy
And all the memory in a prison

Will the south be possible? Will it be possible?
So much winter fallen on the last face
From my brother, so much meager salary laughing
With impudence and on the empty plate the executioner waiting

My territory that once revolves
In the darkness of that question
From that question
Will the south be possible? Will it be possible?
If you looked in the mirror, would you recognize yourself?

My territory that once revolves
In the darkness of that question
From that question
Will the south be possible? Will it be possible?
If you looked in the mirror, would you recognize yourself?