Cancion del Mutilado
Luna tù como vez
No tengo pies
Pues me los corto un juez
Luna de mis hermanos
No tengo manos
Me las carcomieron los gusanos
Luna no tengo lengua
Ni tengo boca
Me la taparon con estopa
Luna no tengo tripas
Ni tengo vientre
Me lo clausuraron para siempre
Y me dicen mil nombres para detenerme
Porque no pienso igual que toda la gente
Que ve televisa y yo ni de broma veo
Telenovelas gavilán o paloma
Y me dicen cholo, pacheco, pasado
Hippie, punketo, mechudo, rapado
Muestrario de aretes
Pachuco arrumbado, rebelde macizo
Orador traumado
Musico piojoso, poeta frustrado
Pintor de segunda y tercera mano
Skato, sandino, rockero, tumbado
Marquista, guevaro, rojillo tatuado
Loco, orate, avionado y demente
Y todo por pensar diferente
Pero tengo calzones
Pero tengo pasiòn
Tengo fe, pantalones
Y una que otra canción
Yo quiero un cambio
Y una revoluciòn
Y aunque no tenga pies
Ni manos, ni boca
Tengo una guitarra
Que toca y que toca
La misma canciòn
Que dice viva, viva la revoluciòn
Que dice viva, viva la revoluciòn
Que dice viva, viva la revoluciòn
Y aunque no tenga pies
Ni manos, ni boca
Tengo una guitarra
Que toca y que toca
La misma canciòn
Que dice viva, viva la revoluciòn
Que dice viva, viva la revoluciòn
Que dice viva, viva la revoluciòn
Song of the Mutilated
Moon you as you see
I don't have feet
Well, a judge cut them off
Moon of my brothers
I do not have hands
The worms ate them
Moon I don't have a tongue
I don't even have a mouth
They covered it with tow
Moon I don't have guts
I don't even have a belly
They closed it for me forever
And they call me a thousand names to stop me
Because I don't think the same as all the people
Who watches television and I don't even watch it as a joke
Soap operas sparrowhawk or dove
And they call me cholo, pacheco, past
Hippie, punk, shaved, shaved
Earrings sampler
Arrumbado pachuco, solid rebel
traumatized speaker
Lousy musician, frustrated poet
Second and third hand painter
Skato, sandino, rocker, lying down
Marquista, guevaro, tattooed rojillo
Crazy, crazy, crazy and crazy
And all for thinking differently
But I have underwear
But I have passion
I have faith, pants
And one or another song
I want a change
and a revolution
And even though I don't have feet
Neither hands nor mouth
I have a guitar
What does it touch and what does it touch
the same song
What does he say long live the revolution?
What does he say long live the revolution?
What does he say long live the revolution?
And even though I don't have feet
Neither hands nor mouth
I have a guitar
What does it touch and what does it touch
the same song
What does he say long live the revolution?
What does he say long live the revolution?
What does he say long live the revolution?