Paralelo XI
How many have you killed with your hands?
Stained with blood, stench of corruption
Greed has always been more important
Than the voice of the savages
Who just claimed their land
Who just wanted respect
Machines gutted their land
And opened their veins
Running over their people
Women and children screaming
Their green lands, with blood were stained
There is nothing left for the cinta larga tribe
Reading the story, I understand
How cruel we were
We destroyed everything for power
We stole their innocence and purity
Where are those who said
We'll bring you salvation
Betrayal
Lands destroyed by those who claimed to be
Saviors
Paralelo XI
¿Cuántos has matado con tus manos?
Manchadas de sangre, olor a corrupción
La codicia siempre ha sido más importante
Que la voz de los salvajes
Que solo reclamaban su tierra
Que solo querían respeto
Las máquinas destrozaron su tierra
Y abrieron sus venas
Pasando por encima de su gente
Mujeres y niños gritando
Sus tierras verdes, manchadas de sangre
No queda nada para la tribu cinta larga
Al leer la historia, entiendo
Qué crueles fuimos
Destruímos todo por poder
Robamos su inocencia y pureza
¿Dónde están aquellos que dijeron
'Les traeremos salvación'?
Traición
Tierras destruidas por aquellos que decían ser
Salvadores