Torturaren Artea
Lurrean luze etzanda
Hondarrean dut mingaina
Kolore gorriz beteta
Daukat nire bizkar gaina
Ta gainera arrastaka naramate!
Dena beltza bihurtu da
Min handia sentitzean
Belarriak falta zaizkit
Baina badut entzumena
Txaloak jasotzen ditu
Hiltzailea izan dena
Eta orain heroi gisa daukate!
Altzairu bat bizkarrean
Bihotz taupada erdibitua
Buelta danean begiak
Buelta danean itsuak
Kaleko hipokritaren
Rola betetzen dutenak
Eta gero ezer ez zaie inporta!
Urte askotan prestatua
Gizakiaren esklabua
Gure gorpuak torturatuta
Ikustearren ordaintzen dute!
The Art of Torture
Lying long on the ground
With sand in my mouth
Filled with red color
I have it on my back
And on top of that, I’m dragging along!
Everything has turned black
Feeling the deep pain
I’m missing my ears
But I can still hear
Applause for the one
Who’s been the killer
And now they treat him like a hero!
A steel weight on my back
A heart that’s half-beating
When the eyes turn back
When the blind return
Those who play the role
Of the street hypocrite
And then they don’t give a damn about anything!
Prepared for many years
A slave of humanity
Our bodies tortured
They pay to see us suffer!