Cuesta caminar por la vereda
pinturita callejera
cuesta la desilusión.
Tanto salto de cabeza
trampolÃÂn a rienda suelta
la tristeza se quedó.
Por el rÃÂo que era plata
por lo tanto que hace falta
cuesta desesperación.
Cuesta la esperanza
y nadie presta.
Cuesta ver a ciencia cierta
entre tanto calefón.
MÃÂralo que pocas pulgas
se reparte y se divulga
la mentira se quedó.
Cuesta arriba cuesta abajo
cuesta creer
que no se puede cambiar.
Cuesta ver una laguna en el
Genocide
Mercenary batalions
Are poised to strike us down
Terminations conquest
Upon us now full grown
Save me, my heart's open wide
Help me, no question of pride
Save me, my people have died
Total genocide
Devastation hungers
She waits to leap to earth
Imminent liquidation
Before the grand rebirth
Save me, my heart's open wide
Help me, no question of pride
Save me, my people have died
Total genocide
Sin after sin I have endured
Yet the wounds I bear are the wounds of love
Frantic mindless zombies
Grab at fleeting time
Lost in cold perplexion
Waiting for the sign
Generations tremble
Clinging face to face
Helpless situation
To end the perfect race
Flashing senseless sabers
Cut us to the ground
Eager for the life blood
Of all who can be found
Save me, my heart's open wide
Help me, no question of pride
Save me, my people have died
Total genocide
Slice to the left, slice to the right
None to retaliate, none will fight
Chopping at the hearts, snuffing out the lives
This race departs, no one will survive
Heads to the feet, feet to the air
Souls in the soil, heavy in despair
End of all ends, body into dust
To greet death friends, extinction is a must