La Cacerola
Estado de sitio
En mi mente y en la luna
En la casa del cafetero y en la del doctor
No se quien es el culpable de esta depresion
Voy escuchando a mi gente decir
Que el puto sistema se va morir
Sigo escuchando la bomba militar
Esa que nos va a exterminar
Yo no preciso un monton de dinero
Yo no preciso rockets in the moon
Lo que preciso es la alegria de mi pueblo
La conciencia tranquila...
Y arriba la vaina style!!!
Voy escuchando a la gente decir
Que el puto sistema se va a morir
Sigo escuchando la bomba militar
Esa que nos va a exterminar
Matan animales, plantas y gente
Despues se orinan en la luna
Matan ilusiones, tapan la cancion
Porque no pueden ver el sol...
Dale pa’ que tenga a la cacerola!!!
Dale pa’ que tenga a la cacerola!!!
The Pot
State of siege
In my mind and in the moon
In the coffee grower's house and in the doctor's
I don't know who's to blame for this depression
I hear my people saying
That the damn system is going to die
I keep hearing the military bomb
That's going to exterminate us
I don't need a lot of money
I don't need rockets in the moon
What I need is the joy of my people
A clear conscience...
And up with the damn style!!!
I hear people saying
That the damn system is going to die
I keep hearing the military bomb
That's going to exterminate us
They kill animals, plants, and people
Then they pee on the moon
They kill illusions, they cover the song
Because they can't see the sun...
Hit it so the pot rings!!!
Hit it so the pot rings!!!