The conquest of your freedom
The conquest of telling each other the truth
Among the artists the enemy isn't found
(the enemy isn't found)
We go through the towns, the capitals
Carrying our music around the sun
We know how to light a bonfire with a guitar
In the center of that fire go the kisses
The gazes, the hugs and the love
And preparing ourselves for a new world
The conquest that your eyes made of me
The conquest of my sidereal desert
The jaguars, the orchids, the moons and the kids
It must be the effect of every man for himself
That makes you insensitive to everything, everything else
I believe that your heart carries melodies
That sometimes you remember
The conquest of your freedom
The conquest of telling each other the truth
The conquest of the streets
The conquest of the right that you earn
The conquest of your freedom
The conquest of the streets
The conquest of your freedom