Bailarás como un indio [English translation]

You'll dance like a native

warrior dances that will help you.

You'll sing like the blackbirds,

your song will never be sterile.

That your voice got lost and you'll be yourself again.

The shortest moments,

all this time I lived for you,

are aereal roots

that hold me from falling.

I've built my umbrella with rods of grey fog.

I prepare now my arch and my leather pouch.

I remember your promises like yesterday;

my part of the way I'll do it by foot.

If your voice got lost

you'll be yourself again.

In a forest of laughter

of rattles that will cheer you up,

you'll find in the breezes

sounds that will teach you to fly.

Where the horse passes the grass grows better,

when the season changes the bird will fly.

I remember the promises the time erased,

your part of the way I'll do it for you.

Let's stop for a moment: I want to hear

the rain starting to fall.

In this black friday it will rain,

the clouds will console us.

In a forest of laughter

of rattles that will cheer you up,

you'll find in the breezes

sounds that will teach you to fly.

You'll dance like a native

warrior dances that will help you.

You'll sing like the blackbirds,

your song will never be sterile.

• Artist:El Último de la Fila
• Album:La rebelion de los hombres rana