Tempo de mazá-lo liño

Time to Mash It Up

Tempo de mazá-lo liño

There's no story that can washNon hai hestoria que lave
away the tricks of the masters.as falcatruadas dos amos.
There's no land that we can reachNon hai terra que nos chegue
where we can bury them.onde podere enterralos.
There's no night without barking,Non hai noite sen mencere,
there's no dog without a tail,non hai cadela sen rabo,
dogs are born alone,os cadelos nacen soios,
barking has to be earned.o mencere hai que ganalo.
With the hands of all gathered,Coas maus de todos collidas,
and the fear under the stones,e o medo baixo das pedras,
we make the day rise,facemos nace-lo día,
of the funeral of miseries.do funeral das miserias.
We're in the time of shake it up,Tamos no tempo de tequeletequele,
we're in the time of shake it down,tamos no tempo de tequelexar,
we're in the time of shake it up,tamos no tempo do tequeletequele,
we're in the time to mash it up.tamos no tempo do liño mazar.