Que La Rabia Nos Valga
Miss Bolivia
Let Our Rage Count
I’m not the woman in the bag
That’s why I’m here
I’m not the woman in the bag
Because that woman’s gone now
They, the ones who are gone
Are the wound that tears apart all the wounds
And from that common cut
Our rage feeds
We, with tears in our eyes
And our bodies in a state of war
We say enough!
