For those who are afraid
Come on up, have faith
For those who risk it
Don't forget what was
For those buried
Beyond the sinkhole
Got to give coca to the uncle
And work with his forgiveness
I'm going, Potosí, I'm going.
Procuring dynamite
Fire and catalyst
With the pick axe busted
Every vein to its taste
Four hours chewing
To rest
Two minutes with the devil
And goes to pick again
I'm going, Potosí, I'm going.
It would be that they're not afraid
In the darkness
Like moles on the ground
With luck, his truth
For all day to day
For many tradition
Don't forget the past
Even though the heart weighs
I'm going, Potosí, I'm going
Nothing comes out now
I only hear the explosion
That busts the guts
The ambition already achieved
And that voice isn't far
That cries necessity
Walking the labyrinth
Keeps asking for equality