3.Sangre de mis manos
(blood on my hands. Could also be 'blood of my hands')
Mi espirto ya esta cansado de cadensa psychologicas de porbesa,
Ahorra me quito mis manos de mis ojos ey miro
la relidad, Ey porque acceptamos positions sub-servillente sin
preguntas! No tenemos que viver asi! De nacimento
nos ensenan que creer que los blancos son mejor que los
morenous, Ey se emponen a acceptar la dominacion de
hombres sobre mujeres, Estos tradiciones tienen que acabar
siempore!
My spirit is already tired of the psychological cadence of
poverty. Now I take my hands from my eyes and
look at reality. And why do we accept subservient positions
without question？ We don't have to live like this!
From birth they teach us to believe that the whites are better
than blacks (note： 'morenos' actually means
dark-complected people rather than African people, but there
isn't a good english translation.) And they
persist in accepting the domination of men over women. These
traditions must be finished forever and ever!
Sangre de mis manos!
Todos somos ninos de dios ey ningun gobierno puede negar lo, Ni
dinero ni politica puede ebfrentar la verda que es
eterna, Postivo advance social aqui no es enivetable, Pero que
queremos en est dia？ La verda 'o' una vida de
menttiras!
All of us are children of god, and no government can deny it.
Neither money nor politics can confront the
truth that is eternal. Positive social advance isn't inevitable
here. But what do we want in this day？ The
truth, or a life of lies？
Sangre de mis manos!
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