El Activista

An activist of conscience
in bloody scenarios
that's me

I'm the heartbeat of the wet nurse
whose womb they mutilated
I'm her song

How to warm you up, urban kid
put my guitar in your fire
and get warm

I'm on the road to hope
elevating my rifle
in my heart

I'm a peasant, struggle and work
from La Simona to Chiapas
my voice echoes

I'm the dead soldier in the islands
that your memory brings back
every prayer

I'm the red side of your street
a bleeding activist of land and song