Hijos del odio [English translation]

Where pain has no rival,

among the streets of the city,

there live the sons of famine and loneliness.

They wander adrift, seeking a home

among the streets of the city.

Easy prey for hatred and vanity.

They tighten slavery's chains,

traffic with their bodies and pain,

and law absolves the culprits, for murdering

children, guilty of being born.

Closed season is over, the hunting has begun

under the pavement, I pray

for hatred to stop, and reason to rise.

Break free of your chains from the ancient oppressor,

with dards of blood, truth and bravery,

and always remember the law of God.

And, they tighten slavery's chains,

traffic with their bodies and pain,

and law absolves the culprits, for murdering

children, guilty of being born

• Artist:Tierra Santa
• Album:Medieval (1998)