Our culture has got blurry to the eyes of our sons
Your growing has been proven your sickness has been passed on
At last
We study with your books, ours never had a chance
To be written
I want the future of my people in a different light
Y la que tu nos das ya no degrade mas

I've seen you changing our story
I've heard you telling yours
I don't believe your words!

I don't know what you want to give, We don't want it!
I don't know what you want to say, We don't get it!
I don't know what you want to sell, We don't buy it!
We don't need this! Leave our woods alone

We never needed clothes in the goodness of nature
Now we've become the poor of your decaying world
We do not get your words, who's that you're calling Lord?
And now you're killing us with the dirt of your shoes!
Our days were finally doomed
As you came to research how we die, and we die