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Pistolas y Picas

Tuatha De Danann

Guns and Pikes

Well, Jack is a revolutionary
He says he'll not give up
Till every man and woman
Has a decent life setup
He'll raise gun against tyranny
Where air it lifts its head
And he'll cut you down upon the ground
If you say the cause is dead

Praise the ones who face oppression
Praise the ones who dare to fight!
They gave their life for freedom
And shall be hailed both day and night!
Be of God or of the Devil
If they come, bring guns and pikes
'Cause the likes of them are fierce
And they will fight until they die!

He's a long way from his home land
In this tropical paradise
But still he hears the calling
To fight for what is right
And when he leaves this mortal coil
And says his proud farewell
He'll raise his fists to anyone
Be they in heaven on in hell

Praise the ones who face oppression
Praise the ones who dare to fight!
They gave their life for freedom
And shall be hailed both day and night!
Be of God or of the Devil
If they come, bring guns and pikes
'Cause the likes of them are fierce
And they will fight until they die!

Get up outta that you impudent brat
And let the man sit down
He gave his life to freedom and
To keepin' taxes down
And if the king comes callin
A looking for his gold
He'll send him off a packing
Just like in the days of old

Praise the ones who face oppression
Praise the ones who dare to fight!
They gave their life for freedom
And shall be hailed both day and night!
Be of God or of the Devil
If they come, bring guns and pikes
'Cause the likes of them are fierce
And they will fight until they die!

Praise the ones who face oppression
Praise the ones who dare to fight!
They gave their life for freedom
And shall be hailed both day and night!
Be of God or of the Devil
If they come, bring guns and pikes
'Cause the likes of them are fierce
And they will fight until they die!

Pistolas y Picas

Jack es un revolucionario
Él dice que no se rendirá
Hasta que cada hombre y mujer
Tenga una vida decente establecida
Levantará armas contra la tiranía
Dondequiera que se manifieste
Y te derribará en el suelo
Si dices que la causa está muerta

Alaba a quienes enfrentan la opresión
¡Alaba a quienes se atreven a luchar!
Dieron su vida por la libertad
Y serán aclamados día y noche
Sean de Dios o del Diablo
Si vienen, traigan pistolas y picas
Porque son fieros
Y lucharán hasta morir

Está lejos de su tierra natal
En este paraíso tropical
Pero aún escucha el llamado
Para luchar por lo que es correcto
Y cuando deje este mundo mortal
Y diga su orgulloso adiós
Levantará sus puños ante cualquiera
Ya sea en el cielo o en el infierno

Alaba a quienes enfrentan la opresión
¡Alaba a quienes se atreven a luchar!
Dieron su vida por la libertad
Y serán aclamados día y noche
Sean de Dios o del Diablo
Si vienen, traigan pistolas y picas
Porque son fieros
Y lucharán hasta morir

Levántate de ahí, insolente mocoso
Y deja que el hombre se siente
Él dio su vida por la libertad
Y por mantener los impuestos bajos
Y si el rey viene llamando
Buscando su oro
Lo mandará de vuelta de donde vino
Como en los viejos tiempos

Alaba a quienes enfrentan la opresión
¡Alaba a quienes se atreven a luchar!
Dieron su vida por la libertad
Y serán aclamados día y noche
Sean de Dios o del Diablo
Si vienen, traigan pistolas y picas
Porque son fieros
Y lucharán hasta morir

Alaba a quienes enfrentan la opresión
¡Alaba a quienes se atreven a luchar!
Dieron su vida por la libertad
Y serán aclamados día y noche
Sean de Dios o del Diablo
Si vienen, traigan pistolas y picas
Porque son fieros
Y lucharán hasta morir

Escrita por: Folkmooney / Bruno Maia