Rituales de Santería (feat. Pablo Sánchez & Annie Garcés)

Hanging from a balcony in the neighborhood
Some dirty sheets and clothes
There's a kid crying, lost that ball
So pretty and so broken
Dawning in an alley
The tourist, the jester, and a crazy woman
They've come up with a new song
Because she also lost the ball

I imagine living someday
Far from that mud pit, wants to believe
That behind the waters so cold from that estuary
Everything is so ideal
Can't see, that here your home is mine
That here it's so easy to dream
That it's another life cycle
Santeria rituals

Feet dancing together, street rhythms
To the beat of the three
With a smile up front and tears in the end
You already looked back
Wow, how quickly you sell your skins
White Westerners, asere
So much moral baseness
Ugh, how much sadness, how tough, how bad

I imagine living someday
Being again a doormat of the capital
All the bearded legacy
In that school and in that hospital
Can't see, that here your home is mine
That here it's so easy to dream
That it's another life cycle
Santeria rituals
Shines, how could it not shine
If evil doesn't live on its shore?
The black seed shines!