Marcela - Sama

When I die of plague and lies
When eyes cannot meet
When armed troops rally
Only the cloak of caring night hides me

When the last hope leaves
When no one wants a simple conversation anymore
When armed men break into the heart
Only the warm sun's ray wraps me

I am the same, the only one
My strength is my freedom
I want to draw from its stream with a full handful
To the bottom, to the bottom!
I am the same, the only one
My strength is my freedom
I want to draw from its stream with a full handful
To the bottom, to the bottom...

Because when a man looks at another
With an arrogant, cruel gaze
When the trumpets of the carnival of mockery blow
Malicious whispers flow like a stream

Because when we put gold above wisdom
Shaking the whole world to its foundations
I find oblivion and shelter
In myself, because...

I am the same, the only one
My strength is my freedom
I want to draw from its stream with a full handful
To the bottom, to the bottom!
I am the same, the only one
My strength is my freedom
I want to draw from its stream with a full handful
To the bottom, to the bottom...

When all this builds up
When hatred hardens
And the roar of the mob with a clenched fist-
...I am afraid, I am afraid...

I am the same, the only one
My strength is my freedom
I want to draw from its stream with a full handful
To the bottom, to the bottom!
I am the same, the only one
My strength is my freedom
I want to draw from its stream with a full handful
To the bottom, to the bottom...