Look, the rich are bankrolled/where your suffering begins
Original text (Spanish)
Original text (Spanish)
From my invaded nation,/the battlefield today is independence.
Where does the laughter wander that decorated life/when your heart gathered my sadnesses?
A portion of life, every moment gets torn out of me hurting, and flees away.
Knowledge by suffering entereth,
And life is perfected by death.
If everyone could feel everyone else’s pain, who would torture?
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