Una Selva Asesina - Hechos Contra el Decoro

A Killer Jungle - Acts Against Decency

The winds sound in the grand canyon, ships are seen coming from afar,
Where rivers once ruled, today terror has overcome love
In their schools blown up by shots, only the screams of children are heard
Long live the Navajo, brave archer
Show death your teeth
And in this land, where we raise stones,
From the ocean to the mountains, rock sounds, cumbia sounds, and guaguancó sounds
And in that jungle, Indians and dangers come from all over the world, they remain cowboys

The journey is long and while a wetback crosses its streets without brakes
Freedom locked in statues televising the miracle of ice
And another star that fades
They have kidnapped the future with nights of stray bullets
From Fifth Avenue to fame, spreading the world with flames
And in this land, where we raise stones,
From the ocean to the mountains, rock sounds, cumbia sounds, and guaguancó sounds
And in that jungle, Indians and dangers come from all over the world, they remain cowboys

From winning horse, son here you have your weapon
Go and defend your nation from stars and stripes

Here comes La Raíz with its message straight to the marrow and makes you dance with its decolonial rhythm
White man of 'I think, therefore I am', you imposed your labyrinth on the world
Tattooed on the skin of the pale face, solipsism, looting, and genocide
The Indian who feels in a world of crazies, knows how to dance in the bonfire like few
There's nothing left to celebrate
There's nothing to celebrate

From winning horse, son here you have your weapon...