Escuchame Entre El Ruido

The man is afraid to see the truth
To see that he was something he couldn't define
To see that finally his gender could be or not be
That it wasn't absolute, that it could be the flower

The man is also afraid of his gender
And denies the woman within him
What flower will I give to the one who lives without love
The flower of a thousand genders, flower of a creator

When he was very young he knew how to live
Everything was hurry, mom and dad
If he grew up later, he rose and cried
Where will the flower be, where is the one who left

One day the deceiver, our great society
Told him a thousand lies, put him in a corral
Told him he had to hide his gender
The flower withered, couldn't see the Sun

Also told him how he had to think
Feel, live, love and be a normal being
Then gave him chaos, evil
And finally the advertising convinced him

They deceived you, you know it, if you don't know it too
With the pen and the word and also with silence
Although well, well the blessed society knew
That you were more than a gender and your identity card

I look at my grandfather, he was very old
Just like me, was he a man or a woman
Tell me you owners of morality
Is the voice of that old man male or female

Listen to me brother amidst this current noise
Brother, I ask you, help me to continue
Don't expect them to understand you, why would they
They are just little machines that can't fail

Machines manufacture phrases to live
That we all repeat without ever discovering
The freedom of a man was not made of metal
The machine triumphed and the man ended

You say male, man and what do I know
They put me in a mold as if I were a flan
To graduate me as a man, it's not true
I have to fight, I don't have to cry

To talk about women as things to be used
To have the macho pose and the voice of the slum
But I know them well, they can't deceive me
They are very, very afraid of being called abnormal

When the child smiles at you and wants to caress you
When you cry and you're alone and there's no one to call
When you die for a moment because you're with her at last
When you hug a friend whom you love like a God

Are they blind, are they idiots?
Or what is happening here?
Or what is happening here?
Or what is happening here?