Sudamérica I - Malinche

...Oh, Malinche's Curse!
Disease of the present!
When will you leave my land?
When will you set my people free?...

From the sea came the bearded man like a new god
the awaited prophecy that reached us, that we feared

Without hesitation, we opened our doors and he responded
with fire from his hands, death and brilliance that shone in metal

And the courage of a few resisted fighting
and thus exposed a history without memory that was washed in its blood the mission
of the god who enjoys and delights in stealing, violating, and murdering
and when we finally saw ourselves, everything ended

To surrender the glories of the past was the worst mistake
500 years as slaves and nothing changed, if the foreign is still the best

And there they go, with our faith, our culture, our bread
the gold for mirrors was privatized and no longer shines

And the courage of a few resisted fighting
and thus exposed a history without memory that washed in its blood the mission
of the god who enjoys and delights in stealing, violating, and murdering
and when we finally saw ourselves, we understood how it was going to end what ended...

The hypocrisy of the present is the worst
to decolonize is to discover ourselves without conqueror
Free my people and this land now!!!

And the courage of a few resisted fighting
and thus exposed a history without memory that bled the mission
of the god who enjoys and delights in stealing, violating, and murdering
and when we finally saw ourselves, we understood how it was going to end what ended