LYRICS GAME

Agreements

Of peace and friendship

Proclamations

Of land and honor

They become reasons that cover betrayals of a vile annexation

It's written

In dead and voracious script

It decides

Who the land and the sea belong to

And blindly it walks and stumbles upon an autonomous and capable people

It awakens

The ancestral land

They're voices

Of an island without equal

That shouts and declares that it won't let itself be ruled

They're songs

From other eras

Memories

Unmacerated

That sternly persist in search of sovereignty

How proud it is to try to ignore

What once was pure will

And those masks

Neither laugh nor cry, they just wait harmless before the gray escorial

And those masks

They return and invoke the line of an order that doesn't want to leave

They silently weave chronicles, they tell of usury and society

Of simple men that keep on forever seeking a path

They root in their own heritage, visit, war and kindness

And their face doesn't lie because it's not understood

That the land can be bought

It's perceived

The slow and mordant step

Of a man

That says he has

Rights and access over native soil and that he won't negotiate

Cessions

That come and go

Gifts

Supposed, no more

Entanglements that state a will to dominate

And those masks

Neither laugh nor cry, they just wait harmless before the gray escorial

And those masks

They return and invoke the line of an order that doesn't want to leave

They silently weave chronicles, they tell of usury and society

Of simple men that keep on forever seeking a path

They root in their own heritage, visit, war and kindness

And their face doesn't lie because it's not understood

That the land can be bought

The continent sets the terms of surrender

Of an agreement of cession, of peace and protection

A colonial discourse that borders on the factual

It doesn't value, nor dictate, what's in that murmur

Vaai honga kaina

Vaai honga kaina

Vaai honga kaina

Vaai honga!. Vaai honga!. kaina!!

And those masks

Neither laugh nor cry, they just wait harmless before the gray escorial

And those masks

They return and invoke the line of an order that doesn't want to leave

They silently weave chronicles, they tell of usury and society

Of simple men that keep on forever seeking a path

They root in their own heritage, visit, war and kindness

And their face doesn't lie because it's not understood

That the land can be bought