Fuente de Rastrojos

Source of thickets, of bone-breakers
Ash Wednesday, to forget the carnivals
Source of thickets, they want to take me away
Source of thickets, they want to drag me down

Black eagles fly that want to reclaim
A wind blows from below, they won't let them land
Source of thickets, they want to take me away
Source of thickets, they want to drag me down

Always the same old story, always the best
When it's my time, I'm alive, it's my show
I carry your essence, don’t hold me back
I carry your essence, my ancestral land

Like bugs in cages, they just throw us crumbs
And sometimes a sweet treat to see us crawl
Postponed gods, dissenting heretics
Call me a dead Indian, for a wake-up call

The decrepit angel flies, wants to see me pray
I pray inside, like I want nothing more
Postponed gods, dissenting heretics
Call me a dead Indian, for a wake-up call