Todo Este Tiempo Perdido

People like us are what is needed
To lift up this dead man talking
We must give oxygen to his head
So it doesn't have so much impurity.

Will they let us speak out
Or will they castrate us like all these years
I don't want to create more enemies
It's enough with my own friends.

We will try new ways to recover
All this lost time, what a mess!
I feel it's risky, daring, stubborn
To insist on this fight against incapacity.