Cruces y flores

Despite the time,
we keep confusing ourselves
the dust covers us
if there's no movement.

Give me, give me, give me
I want to be sane
let's be free
if we love what is ours.

I have flowers in the garden,
I like my country
crosses and flowers in the garden
my country hurts me.

Away from those who hurt
healthy feelings
and much further
from submission.

Give me, give me, give me
I want a clue
to repeat the mambo is to grow,
or is it just a vice.

I have flowers in the garden,
I like my country
crosses and flowers in the garden
my country hurts me.

And it doesn't matter
where you go
some things
can't be fixed from the outside
they are fixed here, and nothing else...

We work hard
for our growth
if the back hurts
the heart is happy.

And it doesn't matter
where you arrive
some things
can't be fixed from above
they are fixed here.

I have flowers in the garden,
I like my country
crosses and flowers in the garden
my country hurts me.
I have flowers in the garden,
I like my country
crosses and flowers in the garden
my country hurts me.