De una sola manera

In one way only your name is pronounced
in your ancient folds nothing bad is hidden
like all the things that make us better
some are kidnapped with sinister reasons
In the darkest night a light at the end
announces to us that outside the custom is to be
in one way only your name is pronounced, freedom
Your name is used to hate, imprison, torture or kill
if you didn't keep much more, time could erase it
the rose dies on the bush, but you grow, multiply, flourish

It doesn't make you free, nor does it make you more honorable or fair
if it wasn't for everyone, it wouldn't be for anyone
those who always try to control you to their liking
that you are so free seems like an insult to them
In the bird, the air, you can be found
in the trail left by the shooting star
in one way only your name is pronounced, freedom

Your name is used to hate...