Guarani

There's a mother crying for her warriors,
who are among cold bars,
These are the consequences of the street like the government
Against Tempo against Tempo against Tempo

Legend has it that in a tree was perched
A little Guarani Indian, a little Guarani Indian
Startled by a cry from his mother, he lost support
And falling he died and falling he died

How do I vent without crying and showing weakness
While many greet me falsely
I feel fear inside and that's when I enter the center of their heart and penetrate deeply carving through there lying on their walls
I know this is not right and making a decision sometimes I know it can
but the blood level is low when it alters and the Majadera is formed
inspired to start a shootout a shootout a shootout
Where mothers cry tears of blood
Seeing their children's bodies on one of the stairs
On one of the stairs on one of the stairs

Legend has it that in a tree was perched
A little Guarani Indian a little Guarani Indian
Startled by a cry from his mother, he lost support
And falling he died and falling he died

No one judge this warrior when he forms the turmoil
And stirs up the anthill like a true son
Redeemer and star like standing in this I can
Demonstrate seven spiritual ways without stopping
Balancing love with loving,
Wanting with hating, falling with stopping, being born with killing,

Sometimes I feel Tempo's hatred
that as time passes between those walls in the federal prison
many have wanted to profit from his fame
they have wanted to abuse him
to dimension trust that few are mentioned
but Tempo is not alone because there is the Metropolitan Zone
all of Puerto Rico to Havana from China to African women

Legend has it that in a tree was perched
A little Guarani Indian a little Guarani Indian
Startled by a cry from his mother, he lost support
And falling he died and falling he died[X2]