Alguna vez en algún año pasado Aprendí a caminar Y yo me fuí por donde me daba la gana Some time ago a long time ago I learned to be free And free I was for a minute i forgot it How drab and dull everything was Alguna vez en algún año pasado Yo nací en el centro del caos Hijo del ruido y la furia Esperando un futuro mejor Muy, muy lejos de acá, compay Pero entre el ruido y la furia Un camino se encuentra Un puente de fuego Que te abraza Y te quema Y te mata Y te ama Y te libera Y te muestra un futuro mejor Acá, acá, acá! Si queres estar libre Tienes que pasar Pensando en tu futuro Nos espera Bolivar Ya no se cansó todo Y lo puedes cambiar Si andamos caminando compay Se puede lograr

It's hard when your friends Instead become your enemies They won't accept your identity They'd rather see the end of me It's hard when you want to say so much But you're restrained by your vicinity With your own doubts creating chains Much heavier than anyone else could impose Being earnest is hard when you're filled with anxiety Irony makes it easy to be the person you want to be Being genuine is hard when something so personal is being rated like (You can compare them) His worries and struggles are better than yours Sorry, that's just what the people like (The people like, the people like)

Going off to war for Costa Rica, got my gun Bayonet mount on my Enfield, for the Yankees, better run It's loaded and ready Hold that gun steady Ol’ Walker better sit still For a bit we're united, in name, we'll be fighting Against the Filibusters We're always fighting, always fighting, siempre en rebelion (Always in rebellion) They want to enslave us, Colonize, and degrade us! Patria libre o morir! (Free homeland or death!) I nearly died the other day, I nearly died And I couldn't stop thinking about Would they laugh at me? Would they know that I nearly died and laugh at me? But despite all of that, I have to keep on going Things are never over until they're over They can tell you that but it's just for control, oh You have stay optimistic, fight for God, Fonseca did it And don't you dare, don't you dare, don’t you dare, don’t you dare quit Don’t you dare quit (Don’t you dare) Don't give up on me, or on you, or on us, or on everyone (On us, on everyone) We're all waiting for you (For you!)

Depths of care within our shores Honduran saints fed and loved the poor Like Isidore the farmer or Subirana who prayed for more For three days and nights he prayed And on the third it began to rain Fish fell from the sky in May And it still does to this very day God is Indigenous We will be victorious And His love for Honduras resounds Through miracles that know no bounds And I thank God for my daily bread With his love we'll never be dead Never be dead And I thank God for my daily bread Daily bread

Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid Escuchen, escuchen Cada hermano sín para comer tenía sus alimentos robados Por un norteño que vive bien comodo en Los Estados La empobreza y explotacion de nuestros países Se resulta en la riquesa de los Norteamericanos La ciudad que se brille Ese país de exceso Asentaba sobre un monte De Flores muertos Su luz nos consume Pero tambien nos atraiga Nos matan pa que sale El Sol cada madrugada Y despues de robarnos se andan echando rostros Nos venden una fantasia de los oportunidades de trabajo Y como lemings que son siegos lo seguimos como esclavos Sin saber que el monte se construye con sangre Centroamericano Sacrificios pa mañana Mientras se muere la Tierra Es el Ultimo chance Pa ver la primavera Sacrificios pa mañana Un mañana de fuego Hay que construir Un ciudad nuevo

God loves you God loves you God loves you And he loves me too God loves you God loves you God loves you And he loves me too God loves you God loves you God loves you And he loves me too God loves you God loves you God loves you And he loves me too When the earthquake came Nobody gave a shit They sent some aid Went to the dictatorship And guess how well that whole ordeal went This isn't new It's always happening But it hit a nerve we never went back again you and me both we know what's up it never ends, it's an age old story in the 20s in the 80s even now, it gets boring it never ends, it's an age old story in the 20s in the 80s even now, it gets boring you may be feeling lost, don't know what to do you just got two people to answer to God, or anything you moralize, and you you see the problem was the Filibusters chose him he can't be earnest he doesn't come from the heart and the filibusters don't even let me start you may have doubts it may be painful but anything is better then being chained by the ankles it never ends, it's an age old story in the 20s in the 80s even now, it gets boring you may not know it but now you will being yourself is following His will it never ends, it's an age old story in the 20s in the 80s even now, it gets boring if you're gay, trans, bi, or lesbian if you're an artist and not sure you'll fit in it never ends, it's an age old story in the 20s in the 80s even now, it gets boring and if that upsets you, well that's ok just take a look to the other way the filibusters promote democracy by arming troops that kill indiscriminately the filibusters always invoke God while they play one like a fraud it's blasphemy it's hegemony so be the person you ought to be God loves you God loves you God loves you And he loves me too God loves you God loves you God loves you And he loves me too God loves you God loves you God loves you And he loves me too God loves you God loves you God loves you And he loves me too God loves you God loves you God loves you And he loves me too

Por esa negra vendí Mi champita en la playa Mis cordeles, mis anzuelos Y vendí mi atarraya Por esa negra vendí Mi champita en la playa Mis cordeles, mis anzuelos Y vendí mi atarraya, hay Por esa negra me fui Por esa negra sufrí Por esa negra bebí Y vendí mi atarraya Por esa negra me fui Por esa negra sufrí Por esa negra bebí Y vendí mi atarraya Que barbaridad Por esa negra cante Mis canciones llorando Si un día quiere volver Que solo me diga cuando Por esa negra cante Mis canciones llorando Si un día quiere volver Que solo me diga cuando Por esa negra me fui Por esa negra sufrí Si quiere volver aqui Que solo me diga cuando Por esa negra me fui Por esa negra sufrí Si quiere volver aqui Que solo me diga cuando Por esa negra he sufrido Yo no la puedo olvidar El amor que me tenia esa negra No tiene par

New Orleans gets some ice Standard Fruit sees the price Markets rising like The tides the ships sail A Faustian bargain made With our people's souls we paid Soon enough the devil came Genocide, talking heads 200,000 Mayans dead But how could we have known? It's just like Ochoa said We open our doors and let them in Give them food and call them friends Although, I can't fault them The republic had broken up Half a century ago They needed infrastructure How could they know? Unfortunate, But I forgive them What am I even doing here? Too much money to get the help I need Yet I'm too poor to afford the help I need, so What am I doing here? (What are you doing here?) Exploit my mind i never liked it much Export pain like bananas in a bunch What am I even doing here? What am I doing here? (What are you doing here?) God gave me a special purpose, I just follow everything he says Fruits don't make much anymore Remittances are the new import Exporting people to lower the dole queue Chiquita doesn't bring the money it used to I tried staying earnest, I had my conviction But then I quit my job, survived a car wreck (Beep beep!) I fought for independence and against a dictatorship But the victory was temporary Thought that was it, but on the contrary They still won, they still won, just in a different way

At the height of your success You signed your likeness into space And in its place, a little star And wrapped in bloody socks With fingers snapped As the guards they mocked and jeered And watched you wither away As you languished for years No one watching over you Did you ever think everyone would forget? Did they hide you on purpose? Did they hit you with that car? Did they make you believe that it couldn't get better Cause they thought you were too powerful? Cause you are, you are, you are Your death is not an end but a means where we begin A baby bottle rocket above the land which you’ve been Will your light guide our way or will we worship its refraction? Will reflection lead to pain instead of the right direction? And through Misdirection We lost our discretion And all our lost roads led to insurrection Love isn’t peace and peace isn’t nonviolence Love is retribution for voices which are silenced And love is hope and hope is love To hope is to live and to live is to love And to love is to live and to live is to hope And hope is to love but love isn’t peace To love is to fight for the life of the deceased Divide the land & conquer the faithful Destroy the temples, destroy the streets Cut out our tongues our hands and our feet And though we can’t run, can’t fight, can’t build, can’t speak We can love, we can dream, we can hope, we can think Our fight is land our fight is unity Our fight is not one in which we struggle with modernity Kill the weeds as they spring up each and every one Or they will outgrow us they will outpace us They will enslave us before they replace us The gauchos died alone and divided The cowboys died alone and divided The natives died alone and divided Our spirit dies alone when divided The cowboys died alone and divided The cowboys died alone and divided The cowboys died alone and divided The cowboys died alone and divided