No, I'm not going to cry for you
I'm going to keep this memory
no, I'm not going to cry for you
my heart has not died
has not died, has not died
Who want dreams of our Earth
or glances of each war
where the teeth of a Zapotec release mezcal dreams
bad things are going to end
good things are going to start already
I don´t want to cry anymore
I just want to sing azusenas
that heaven wants to sing to me
that heaven wants to sing to me
the foam was talking to the sea
the foam was talking to the sea
In the eyes that were crying
in the fists that were closed
and in the wind that secretes
butterflies that no longer fly
and a war covered with his cloak
some streets with broken lights
where the law of the jungle sends
where were the good things
I blame you for the silence
in the guilt of a look
I'm looking for you as a witness
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I look for you by embroidery
of women and poets
the speech that causes questions
the tissue of napkins
Justice! I looked for you on the street
I looked for you in the newspaper
on television
in the deaf voices of the courts
Justice! I look for you in the faces
I look for you in the mouths
I searched for you in the minds
I looked for you in the eyes of our cities
I still believe that the bad thing ends
that good comes
the conscience calls you
I still believe that the bad thing ends
that good comes
the conscience calls you
I look for you in the deaths
on paper you never show up
in the spots of the quarries
the paint would erase you
but it doesn´t erase my memory
neither pride nor bravery
nor the voice of the pans
nor the radios of my neighbors