Esta Historia

Let's retrace this path,
let's resist in this oblivion
that is full of life this pain,
it's full of blood this pain.

We are nomads of history,
we are artisans of memory
and our love is full of faces
it's full of blood.

I am this land,
I am these people,
I am my memory
and I am this story.

Our light springs from the ashes
tears of love and injustice
and our walk is full of mud
it's full of winds.

I am this land,
I am these people,
I am my memory
and I am this story.

Let's retrace this path,
let's resist in this oblivion,
we are nomads of history,
we are artisans of memory.