Rebelde, agitador y revolucionario

Today they sacrifice me like a pig
For not agreeing
With canned goods and military

For not wanting altars
Of gold and blood
They accuse me of
Rebel, agitator, and revolutionary
For not thinking the same and saying it
As those who abuse my people daily

The water falls from the sky
Onto a sea of sorrow
This silence becomes eternal
Full of real desolation

My mother called me Jesus
And today my people
Mourn me on the cross
But one day, everything will change
There will be a church that will understand
The oppressed and not the oppressor
And it will be honest like I was

Or maybe not
Or maybe not
Or maybe not
Or maybe not
Or maybe not

The thorn is already pierced
There is no forgiveness for the one who crushes
Telling only one story
To those who find no solution

My mother called me Jesus
And today my people
Mourn me on the cross
But one day, everything will change
There will be a church that will understand
The oppressed and not the oppressor
And it will be honest like I was

Or maybe not
Or maybe not
Or maybe not
Or maybe not
Or maybe not