Tortuga

On the horizon of illusion
Beyond the folds of misinformation
Foolish complaints, empty impunity
Seas deafened by the dance of bandits
At the feet of an ungrateful memory
Awaken the stories of a liberated land
Fallen into the sea in unconsciousness
Sold out at the mercy of a sinister indifference

The pains of every generation
Contrary winds turned towards moderation
Servants of the wind, mild betrayed
Swept away at sea by the dance of bandits

Sails unfurled over abandoned days
Set sail aboard a circus of pirates
On ancient splendors of ruins and false myths
Invisible thunders the dance of bandits

Invisible thunders the dance of bandits

In my land, weak and sick
I am the bandit of a forgotten idea
But an old song of distorted ideas
Condemns the sun by opening its doors
Back goes mother idiocy
Opens the doors of ancient crimes
Old agonies, new ancestors
But under the bridge thunders a circus of pirates