Costumbres

Customs, old customs
Don't let the world run,
customs, old customs
Tie our hands and feet.
Reasons without foundations
Paths that must be traveled,
Whether you like it or not
Because they are yesterday's customs.

Man carries chains
That the world puts on him at birth
Customs that are chains,
Invisible chains.
One day they hang a name on him,
Carrying a life with it,
Whether he likes it or not,
His opinion doesn't matter.

Then they teach him the same,
To this one, that one, or the other
They teach old customs
That he learns without knowing why.
And the day he wants to be free
And tries to fly, to run around,
He remembers the customs
And goes back to the same thing again...