his grandson in the city of Tenochtitlán
It's not that we were perfect
Nature taught us how to live
ready to share the corn ration
Yes, yes, the corn ration
like in our ancient times
and we thought that they were gods
They treated us like dogs
with the excuse of teaching
the ones who came from the sea
of some men whose instinct
and ended up covered in blood
and your grandmother, my wife
fell into cowardly hands
There's misery and there's hunger
There's misery and hunger
like in our ancient times
and we thought that they were gods
They treated us like dogs
with the excuse of teaching
the ones who came from the sea
to his grandson in the ruins of Tenochtitlán
Yes, yes, of Tenochtitlán
Tenochtitlán, Tenochtitlán
Tenochtitlán, Tenochtitlán
Tenochtitlán, Tenochtitlán