Canto a La Rebelión
Órale, órale, órale
Estos pinches pendejos
La arrogancia que otorga el poder
Os la vais a comer
Mirales, mirales, mirales
Se ríen del pueblo
Usan la represión como solución
Nos quieren callar
Nos quieren dormir
Nos quieren sumisos
Para mantener tu resignación bajo su control
Democracia pestilente
Estafa electoral
Títeres que vienen y van
En un circo caótico, dramático, patético
Alabanzas al dinero, competitividad
Mercados listos a especular
Libre comercio sin barreras
Órale, órale
Nos golpean, nos roban y encierran en nombre de su libertad
Es la ira del pueblo lo que encontrarán
Nos engañan y mienten, se aferran a la impunidad
No nos van a parar, no nos van a parar
Canto a la rebelión
Canto al luchador, canto al soñador, al utópico
Yo canto a la rebelión
Canto al despertar de los buenos de un mundo lunático
Gobiernos sometidos
Al especulador
Juegan a politiquear
En un circo caótico, dramático, patético
Jornalero, campesino, estudiante, soñador
Proletarios, alzen la voz
Todos en firme pie de guerra
Órale, órale
Nos golpean, nos roban y encierran en nombre de su libertad
Es la ira del pueblo lo que encontrarán
Nos engañan y mienten, se aferran a la impunidad
No nos van a parar, no nos van a parar
Canto a la rebelión
Canto al luchador, canto al soñador, al utópico
Yo canto a la rebelión
Canto al despertar de los buenos de un mundo lunático
Canto a la rebelión
Canto al luchador, canto al soñador, al utópico
Órale, órale, órale
Estos pinches pendejos
La arrogancia que otorga el poder
Os la vais a comer
Mirales, mirales, mirales
Se ríen del pueblo
Usan la represión como solución
Nos quieren callar
Nos quieren dormir
Nos quieren sumisos
Para mantener tu resignación bajo su control
Machácale wey
Song of the Rebellion
Come on, come on, come on
These fucking idiots
The arrogance that power gives
You’re gonna eat it
Look at them, look at them, look at them
They laugh at the people
They use repression as a solution
They want to silence us
They want to put us to sleep
They want us submissive
To keep your resignation under their control
Stinking democracy
Electoral scam
Puppets that come and go
In a chaotic, dramatic, pathetic circus
Praise for money, competition
Markets ready to speculate
Free trade without barriers
Come on, come on
They beat us, they rob us, and lock us up in the name of their freedom
It’s the anger of the people they’ll find
They deceive us and lie, clinging to impunity
They’re not gonna stop us, they’re not gonna stop us
Song of the rebellion
Song of the fighter, song of the dreamer, the utopian
I sing to the rebellion
I sing to the awakening of the good in a lunatic world
Governments subdued
To the speculator
They play politics
In a chaotic, dramatic, pathetic circus
Day laborer, farmer, student, dreamer
Proletarians, raise your voice
All in firm war footing
Come on, come on
They beat us, they rob us, and lock us up in the name of their freedom
It’s the anger of the people they’ll find
They deceive us and lie, clinging to impunity
They’re not gonna stop us, they’re not gonna stop us
Song of the rebellion
Song of the fighter, song of the dreamer, the utopian
I sing to the rebellion
I sing to the awakening of the good in a lunatic world
Song of the rebellion
Song of the fighter, song of the dreamer, the utopian
Come on, come on, come on
These fucking idiots
The arrogance that power gives
You’re gonna eat it
Look at them, look at them, look at them
They laugh at the people
They use repression as a solution
They want to silence us
They want to put us to sleep
They want us submissive
To keep your resignation under their control
Crush it, dude