La Familia, La Propiedad Privada Y El Amor

The collapse of a dream
Something found passing
Turned out to be you
A sponge with no owner
A searching whisper
Turned out to be me

When two bullets are found
On a battle field
Something should happen
That may predict the love
From the head unto the floor
A cloud will come
Or stampedes of time
The eyes will have

Something was always precise/needed
And not because you
You had white loops om your skin
You had a set price since yesterday
You were worth four stamps of the law
You, seated upon the fear of running

A good woman, of a decent house, cannot leave
What would the people in say in Sunday mass
If they knew about you
What would the friends say
The old neighbors
That come here

What would the windows say
Your mother and her sister
And all of the centuries of Spanish colonialism
That, not in vain, have made you a coward
What would God say
If you love without the church
And without the law
God, to whom you already surrendered yourself in communion
God, who makes the children's souls eternal
Who will destroy the bombs and napalm

The collapse of a dream
Something found passing
Turned out to be you
A sponge with no owner, A searching whisper
Turned out to be me

Search for love with rings
And signed papers
And when you stop loving
Have the children present
Don't leave your husband
Or a good house
And if not they resist

Saw off the goods
Because you also have the right
Because you had white loops in your skin
You had a set price since yesterday
You were worth four stamps of the law
You, seated upon the fear of running