Solta El Pañuelo Verde

Drop the green handkerchief
Don't talk to me about hope
If you're gestating your own revenge
Against your womb
Drying up your own source
This is not a revolution
This is death.
Woman, wake up!
And shout out all your truth
Woman, forgive!
And embrace. ooh
Drop the green handkerchief
That's not freedom
It's a maximum insecurity prison
The guilt that will remain
When you kill your own race.
The new out-of-control church,
The death machinery is the religion
If there are responsible ones, they must stand up
Kneel down asking for forgiveness.
It will fall, yes, it will fall!
The religious system will fall
And the light of truth will remain standing
This is not a color, it's the Cross and freedom.
It's not sky blue
Freedom
I don't aim for a color
My homeland is celestial
There are so many flags
That manage to separate
Divisions do not bring peace.
Boom boom rakata
I already threw the bomb, make it clear
This message is not personal
I love you woman
I want to see you well
Fighting with conviction.
This is not a clandestine message
This is a message with a destination,
Clandestine or not clandestine
I am not in favor of death.
Woman, wake up!
And shout out all your truth
Woman, forgive!
Your freedom is there
Woman, wake up!
And shout out all your truth
Woman, forgive!
Your freedom is there