Brazos Altos, Caras Bajas
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High Arms, Low Faces
Long ago, a man wanted to buy the world
Without knowing it was clay
Just tied to his fairness
He turned his clay into sea
Believing he was going crazy
High arms, low faces
No, he saw everything crumble, hatred and blood, all disease
No, he just burst into tears, what he created he began to hate
Stubborn in his grief, he wanted to start over a world
Unable to erase what was done before. People went crazy
And everything began to shake, turning against him
God, high arms, low faces
No, he saw everything crumble
Hatred and blood, all disease
No, he just burst into tears
What he created he began to hate
No, he saw everything crumble, hatred and blood, all disease
No, he just burst into tears, what he created he began to hate
