Fri, 12/05/2014 - 19:14 -- AIM1219


As we walk on this world

Full of anger and hate

Nos vemos nosotros getting dirty of it

De lejos venimos to look for a dream

Un sueño, that makes us forget what really exists

The process begins and our identity is taken away

Erasing any trace of it

The last step is here in front of our mirror

And at last our soul has been ripped away

As we blind ourselves with money and fame

Our ancestors cry to relief the pain

Is not bad to progress

But is a shame to forget


As you gain a position in this powerful state

You forget of your people and you step on their heads

I don’t blame you for that

It has gone up your head

Colonization has taken place


Wake up people

We are loosing again

Activists mobilize, unionize and fight

El quinto sol it’s going to end

La lucha sigue

La historia vive

And they forgot that they left a trace


Es nuestra tierra that calls again

Cuatlicue is here to protect her kids

La Guerra empieza, you are not alone

Inside your heart I plant a seed

Huitzilopochtli the god of war

He will guide our journey and give us strength

To de-colonize our soul again


Ahora pido a todo ser

And this includes our mother earth

To regenerate and begin again

The time has come

Our mother earth is giving birth

Pick up your bones, your soul and spirit

Assemble them and walk away

Aztlan awaits the new beginning of life again




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