To the south of the Earth there existed a man of ice and the sun
Son of the sea, son of fire and salt
In canoe troops they go in search of conquering the sea
hitting the sun, the grace of God
But history has ruined the path
social stigmas cover up the real facts
scream the old Yaganes, the native people
ghosts, demons that stalk the conqueror
Sick people saw us fall, epidemics of feverish death
I am extinct by the saber baron
But history has made the path of blood
marine corsairs slaughter the mother of those who scream
br/>the old yaganes the native people
ghosts demons that stalk the conqueror
His soul anointed in pain, the stove flying to the sky
you can hear crying in the southern wind
memory will never die, do not fall into mediocrity
above the hurricane the living legacy is

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN