mala sangre
Pelo Madueño
Bad Blood
I was never from this town
I was never a Christian, no
I was always of inferior race
Who to sell myself to, what beast to worship?
Which holy image to attack?
Whose hearts will I break?
What lie should I uphold?
On whose blood will I walk?
Now I am cursed
I will be idle and brutal
I am not and never was a prisoner
Of my reason
If God granted me celestial calm
Screams, drums, hunger, thirst
Who to sell myself to, what beast to worship?
Which holy image to attack?
Whose hearts will I break?
What lie should I uphold?
On whose blood will I walk?
Life is a farce
My innocence could make me cry
Life is a farce
My innocence could make me cry
I was never from this town
I was never a Christian, no
I was always of inferior race
Who to sell myself to?
Which image?
Which hearts?
What lie?
Who to sell myself to, what beast to worship?
Which holy image to attack?
Whose hearts will I break?
Songwriters: Jorge Madueño
