Brazos Altos, Caras Bajas

Long ago, a man wanted to buy the world
Without knowing it was clay
Just tied to his fairness
He turned his clay into sea
Believing he was going crazy
High arms, low faces

No, he saw everything crumble, hatred and blood, all disease
No, he just burst into tears, what he created he began to hate

Stubborn in his grief, he wanted to start over a world
Unable to erase what was done before. People went crazy
And everything began to shake, turning against him

God, high arms, low faces
No, he saw everything crumble
Hatred and blood, all disease
No, he just burst into tears
What he created he began to hate

No, he saw everything crumble, hatred and blood, all disease
No, he just burst into tears, what he created he began to hate