Brazos Cruzados
La paz no se pinta
Con pajaros blancos
No se hace con intimidaciones
Ni asesinatos ni maltratos
Ni juzgando publicamente
A los que habitan en los campos
Jovenes marchando fatigados
Terminan contados en series como frascos
Y en la ciudad los noticieros
Buscan sangre y mujeres bellas
Para seguimos recreando
Y seguimos de brazos cruzados
Aqui callados soportando
No hay paz con extorsion
No hay paz (3)
No hay paz con intimidacion
No hay paz (3)
No hay paz con burocracia
No hay paz (3)
Crossed Arms
Peace is not painted
With white birds
It's not done with intimidations
Nor murders nor mistreatments
Nor publicly judging
Those who live in the fields
Tired young people marching
End up counted in series like jars
And in the city the news
Look for blood and beautiful women
To keep recreating
And we continue with crossed arms
Here quietly enduring
There's no peace with extortion
No peace (3)
There's no peace with intimidation
No peace (3)
There's no peace with bureaucracy
No peace (3)