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Mentiras

Ahora que vamos despacio
Ahora que vamos despacio
Vamos a contar mentiras tralará !
Vamos a contar verdades tralará !
Vamos a contar tu vida.

Ya no roban al obrero
Ya no hay paro, ya no hay clero
Ya no existe el desalojo tralará !!
Ningún insumiso preso tralará !!
Vamos a contar mentiras.

Ahora que vamos borrachos
Ahora que vamos pendejos
Vamos a contar verdades tralará !!
Vamos a contar verdades tralará !!
Vamos a contar verdades

El alcalde de mi pueblo
colabora en los conciertos
llamando a los pikoletos tralará !!
llamando a los pikoletos tralará !!
vamos a contar verdades.

Si la guerra es injusta
Si la paz no existe nunca
Nos veremos en Croacia tralará !!
Nos veremos en Chiapas tralará !!
Nos veremos en tu casa.

Si en la puerta de tu casa
O en el fondo de tu alma
Tu no viste ningún crimen tralará !!
No escuchaste ningún grito tralará !!
Gritaré siempre tu nombre.

En el parque de mi barrio
He pillado medio gramo
A un madero de paisano tralará !!
A un madero de paisano tralará !!
Vamos a contar verdades.

Y DICE USTED QUE FRANCO HA MUERTO.

Lies

Now that we're taking it slow
Now that we're taking it slow
Let's tell some lies, tra-la-la!
Let's tell some truths, tra-la-la!
Let's talk about your life.

They don't rob the workers anymore
There's no unemployment, no clergy
Evictions don't exist, tra-la-la!!
No insubordinate prisoners, tra-la-la!!
Let's tell some lies.

Now that we're drunk
Now that we're acting like fools
Let's tell some truths, tra-la-la!!
Let's tell some truths, tra-la-la!!
Let's tell some truths.

The mayor of my town
Is involved in the concerts
Calling the cops, tra-la-la!!
Calling the cops, tra-la-la!!
Let's tell some truths.

If the war is unjust
If peace never really exists
We'll meet in Croatia, tra-la-la!!
We'll meet in Chiapas, tra-la-la!!
We'll meet at your place.

If at your front door
Or deep in your soul
You didn't see any crime, tra-la-la!!
You didn't hear any screams, tra-la-la!!
I'll always shout your name.

In the park of my neighborhood
I scored half a gram
From an undercover cop, tra-la-la!!
From an undercover cop, tra-la-la!!
Let's tell some truths.

AND YOU SAY FRANCO IS DEAD.

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