Our culture has got blurry to the eyes of our sons

Your growing has been proven your sickness has been passed on

At last...

We study with your books, ours never had a chance

To be written

I want the future of my people in a different light

Y la que tu nos das ya no degrade mas



I've seen you changing our story

I've heard you telling yours

I don't believe your words!



I don't know what you want to give, We don't want it!

I don't know what you want to say, We don't get it!

I don't know what you want to sell, We don't buy it!

We don't need this! Leave our woods alone



We never needed clothes in the goodness of nature

Now we've become the poor of your decaying world

We do not get your words, who's that you're calling Lord?

And now you're killing us with the dirt of your shoes!

Our days were finally doomed...

As you came to research how we die, and we die....