De Negro y Rojo
La Vela Puerca
From Black and Red
An old Sun
The patriarch of the bonfire
Imposes itself unreasonably
Nothing grows, nothing remains
It's a huge wall
The sidewalk covered in dry leaves
Time expired
Now there will be new seeds
They know what they want, they will sow it
Roots united in the storm
They grew from below and no longer wait
Today is the day, the harvest has arrived
The wind picked up
Clearing the ideas
In this direction
If it doesn't add up, it only subtracts
Like good wood, they will endure
Learning from the past to resist
They gathered their reasons, they are growing stronger
Today is the day, to plant the flag
Like flowers in winter, I will dress in black
And if it's with blood from this plunder
I will ask for it in red
Bleeding
The night ended
Just dreaming is not enough
The weight of your voice
Balances the scale
They know what they want, they will sow it
Roots united in the storm
They grew from below and no longer wait
Today is the day, the harvest has arrived
Like flowers in winter, I will dress in black
And if it's with blood from this plunder
I will ask for it in red
Bleeding
