El Derecho Al Derechito

Not always when a hen cackles
Does she lay an egg
And it's a lie with a muted tone
That drips on their faces
When they say they respect
Our human rights
And the right to the little right
Is left to the Venezuelan
And barely the little right
Is left to the Venezuelan

Straight to the city
From the abandoned countryside
The peasant heads
With morale below
Rural misery
Turns into urban misery
Not because he wants to
But for his little right
To seek a way out
And misery in the city
Is at least entertaining

The right to the little right
Is left to the Venezuelan
The right to the little right
For human rights

Straight down he goes
When his shack collapses
Straight to despair
When he can't find work
Straight to the patrol car
And also with a big plan
An essential requirement
Is to be drunk
The 'Union Plan' they execute
Like a state of siege
And they attack people
With offense and a clean plan

The right to the little right
Is left to the Venezuelan
The right to the little right
For human rights

Straight to nothing
The disappeared one goes
And here stay the children
And the women crying
And the almighty ones
Silencing, silencing
Straight to the cemetery
Without a present body mass
And if people ask
The cause of his death
The police answer
Don't worry about that:
He was a lazy and a criminal
And armed to the teeth
He confronted our boys
And that's why he peeled off
And that's why he peeled off!

The right to the little right
Is left to the Venezuelan
The right to the little right
For human rights

The right to the little right
Venezuelan high school graduate
Who makes the line longer
For those waiting
To be given a little job
To continue studying
And the Wayuu brother
Persecuted and marginalized
Joins the Marikita
The Kariña and the Warao
And all those indigenous
Who make their cry louder
But a very tough cry
Because instead of their rights
They only have little rights

The right to the little right
Is left to the Venezuelan
The right to the little right
For human rights

And if a revolutionary
Lives as a prisoner
Not even the little right
Is left by his jailers
There's only one little right
That the prisoner doesn't lose
Straight to torture
And being isolated
But despite this scenario
I'm not overcome by pessimism
The people will march united
To fight for their rights
And will seek inch by inch
The popular victory
And then will walk
Straight to a good destination

The right to the little right
Is left to the Venezuelan
The right to the little right
For human rights

Imperialism always
Has a jailer
With a strange behavior
That pleases the master
And time to show it
Doesn't discard
He bites the left hand
And licks the right