La Rueda
Arrodillado frente al amo,
no me vendas tus ideas.
Si te arrastras como un perro
no nos vengas con chorradas.
Por tu libertad, nadie luchará.
Detrás de las barricadas,
la basura no nos cubre
porque ahí el dolor se siente.
No hay lugar para los cobardes.
Por tu libertad, nadie luchará
Siempre compran tu silencio
y comes lo que te venden.
Formas parte de la rueda,
rueda sucia del cinismo.
Por tu libertad, nadie luchará
The Wheel
Kneeling in front of the boss,
don't sell me your ideas.
If you crawl like a dog,
don't come to us with nonsense.
No one will fight for your freedom.
Behind the barricades,
the garbage doesn't cover us
because there the pain is felt.
There's no place for cowards.
No one will fight for your freedom.
They always buy your silence
and you eat what they sell you.
You're part of the wheel,
dirty wheel of cynicism.
No one will fight for your freedom.