Canción Panfletaria

When hunger starts to fade
I mean, it gets a little less
A child is born to the people
And a bit of hunger comes along (repeat)

And the womb that gave birth
Of a working woman
The husband she had
Has left her for now
And maybe he'll never return
Chasing the dawn's bed

But from today on
She's married to her own hands
To avoid selling her body
And her kid will grow up (repeat)

It'll be a pamphlet song
My song has no name
I'm singing to the men
Forgive me for saying
That the one who fills the belly
Forgets about the one who doesn't eat

I ask the one who sings
If there's time for subtleties
Looking for the head
We gotta kill the snake
My song doesn't copy schools
Nor does it seek out poetry

It'll be a pamphlet song
But I stand with it
Until that bullshit
Of a so-called protest song
Leaves under the table
The heart of the problem

I don't sweeten the shit
To make it sound pretty
So the bourgeoisie can enjoy it
Sitting in their chairs