Cancion de La Columna Juvenil Del Centenario

While the city
is still lit up at four,
and there's a place to distract you around,
a humble spot, a little place.

Don't say no,
you're denying paradise,
I know where for years the light's a lantern
and the dream is fun, pure fun.

I know right now,
while you sing any song
as we head out to shake off the heat,
they're fighting over there.

What will pay
for the blood that the earth absorbs,
what gold, that isn't gold of dreams weighs like this,
what could be worth more.

What pays for that sweat of time that slips away,
what time are they paying with their lives,
what lives are bleeding from the wound,
to turn this land around once and for all,
to turn this land around once and for all.

When at eleven the sun splits the center of honor,
when slogans and goals demand their wall,
when from dark to dark they converse with action,
the word is yours, I stay silent out of modesty.
the word is yours, I stay silent out of modesty.
the word is yours, I stay silent out of modesty.

What pays for that sweat of time......