En Paro

If the masses don’t think, I’ll swim against the tide
Thinking what they think, sharp with what people say.
Kwelin says the most important moment is now
They say it with arrogance, what I call consistent.
Two words, two different concepts,
Only truth and humility
Will turn the new and old school into a university.
Only the truth will wipe out the gossip
Make one voice heard like thousands,
epicenter, tell the people of Chile.

I claim, I argue, and now pay attention
More than a minute, for a critic to speak with reason
At this moment, the important becomes the foundation
The interesting lyrics, my voice the great string instrument.

Remember, a different way.
I contemplate the universe, breaking down borders.
You and I together protest
Against the landlord and the one who called himself master.
Class struggle, inequalities.
Listen, immoral fascists, we are equal!
Why when a gringo comes, we shake his hand,
but when a Peruvian, our brother, arrives
we reject him, send him back, humiliate him.
I remember that in our country there are no slaves.
That’s why we protest, fist up high
Don’t ask us to be quiet, we’ve just begun.

We’re going to show them
That they’ve filled our mouths with promises,
That they’ve always looked at us like we’re nothing.
Or little things, blah, blah, blah, shhh, it’s all bullshit!
I know a guy who handed out surveys
And says he has an answer for each one.
Doubt, doubt, doo doo doo da da,
I get when I ask you this question.

You never mentioned your cousin’s death before,
because you could get into serious trouble,
good party you’ve made for your political campaign,
talking about human rights, who believes you?
Who buys you? Who sells you? Who associates with you?
Rich, spoiled, filling their pockets.
They killed people, but they won’t kill the idea
Of creating a lyrical front straight to the fight.

I protest! I manifest!
I protest! I manifest!
I protest! I manifest!
I protest! I manifest!

Every crazy has their theme
Some write history in blood and others in poems.

My motto! Me! Me! You! You! Me! Me!
The united people will never be defeated.
No! No!
Peace, reconciliation, where did you see it?
If everything was violence and violation.
Behind bars, you leave the one who should be free.
I want to talk about hunger, not a heavy caliber.
Free above all, no more uniformed beatings,
With your artillery, my armory won’t hide.

A minute of silence for all the fallen
Villa Grimaldi, the disappeared detainees.
A country without memory is a country without history
The scum is free, and they talk to us about glory.
We used to have a common enemy,
Now disguised as Grandpa Patio Plum
But behind, who’s hiding?
(Krashnov) is hiding.
But behind, who’s hiding?
(Contreras) is hiding.
But behind, who’s hiding?
Everyone is hiding.
But behind us, no one is hiding.

I protest! I manifest!
I protest! I manifest!
I protest! I manifest!
I protest! I manifest!