El Ultimo Viaje
No Relax
The Last Journey
Rebel among rebels and proud at heart
Gives everything in exchange for nothing, always exposed to betrayal
They said he was a bandit but I don't believe so,
For bringing a new world, he is the wind of revolution.
Some leaves have rained speaking of freedom,
Preaching with actions where the limit is to speak,
Where the force of the stick silenced humanity,
The swords against the wall fighting without solution.
It's the voice of truth that they can't silence
The voice of the landless is back in the city!
El Quico who this time, caught the last train
A rain of lead awaits him at dawn!
They were looking for him dead or alive, he would never ask for forgiveness
The past crumbles and the future vanished...
Sometimes the wind whispers to him that his luck has run out
For fighting against oblivion, today I sing this song!
