Dejando Al Mundo [English translation]

Don't blame me

because I'm guided by the truth that God carves,

what you spit out is not my moral standard,

the ministry of your words is a disguise1,

an illusion like an oasis in a desert.

A path straight to homicide,

like a candlestick that burns with fire,

like the heat of the earth without a serene cloud,

like poison.

If those who give wisdom are teachers

then who is the teacher of that teacher?

Those that carve wood or plaster idols

do so in the likeness that doesn't exist in heaven.

Those that abhor the words of the Gospel

do not belong to the Kingdom of Heaven

and do not under His words.

The Divine Scripture exists the benefit of man,

for those that want to walk on the right path.

A weak mind in the voice of a strong leader can call upon troops

that adore the throne of death,

training exploding bombs.

Lead people to madness between beginnings and concepts that clash,

shut your mouth.

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don't curse my confidence nor dirty my white shirt,

I no longer trust images and likeness,

I'm leaving the world, in the world existed my stain.

(The door is wide open for those on a lost path)

the door is wide open for those on a lost path,

the heavens of my shoes have parted,

and now I'm trying to break contracts

so I have no deals with brief false pleasures given to me.

I don't want to please my ego anymore,

I don't want to be burned again,

now I want to see the way the blind see,

to kneel on my knees and ask for forgiveness.

Because I thought lies were a solution,

to let anger loose and break my fingers,

because I paid betrayal with betrayal,

and in my own opinion I remained stubborn

for not putting Jesus Christ first,

for mistaking the earth for heaven,

for letting myself be influenced by TV

and for having judged the entire planet,

for putting a man as an idol in my heart,

for adopting an option that wasn't an option.

For adjectives that grow without reason,

for taking too long to forgive those who broke me,

for raising my voice to my Mother and my Father,

for my beloved children who haven't been born,

now I see the enemy and I don't believe them,

it's not flesh and blood that I fight against.

I've swept my soul, I have a sofa of tranquility

and compassion higher than a palm tree,

tender ambition and a bare hand,

and when I have to give a hand I have more than enough and it's enough for me.

I'm careful for traps because there's so many,

and I don't want, want to slide off my mountain,

I'm in my element, I love to sing

and I think working makes the soul noble.

I don't want to go through the path that hold me back,

I don't want to waste my saliva what it can't save,

I don't want to hurt you if you don't love me,

love is a decision and it's wise.

There's a lot of sin in a lot of words,

that's why I confess in the mornings,

and now I've told you everything yet have told you nothing,

wara pa ra pa piri piri wa pa pa pa.

1. lit. 'a toupee'

• Artist:Danay Suárez
• Album:Nu Deco Ensemble