Hijos Del Odio
Tierra Santa
Children of Hate
Where pain has no rival
Among the streets of the city
Live the children of hunger and loneliness
They wander aimlessly seeking a home
Among the streets of the city
They are easy prey to hatred and vanity
They tighten the chains of slavery
They traffic with their bodies and their pain
And the law absolves the guilty of murdering
Children with no other crime than being born
The hunting season is open, the hunt has begun
Under the asphalt, a prayer was said
For the hatred to cease and reason to emerge
Break the chains of the old oppressor
With darts of blood, truth, and valor
And may they always remember the law of their god
And they tighten the chains of slavery
They traffic with their bodies and their pain
And the law absolves the guilty of murdering
Children with no other crime than being born
