América fatal [English translation]

The desert you see will tell you what happened

There's no milk nor alcohol to calm such thirst

Train paths, trails in the plantation

The cloud is so gray of so much robbery, sword and cross

That's my bitter blood, valleys of light

Summoning a dream

Since kid I dreamed with a place that wasn't like this

Hills of color, I got lost searching for them

I discovered my sunless America

I revived in my bright America

I sailed through my fatal America

I woke up finally in my America

Some hydroplane, dark coal mines

My body changed, crying corn grains

That's my bitter blood, southern rocks

Calling me in the night

• Artist:Virus
• Album:Nueve (1998)