Cancion del Mutilado

Moon you as you see
I don't have feet
Well, a judge cut them off
Moon of my brothers
I do not have hands
The worms ate them
Moon I don't have a tongue
I don't even have a mouth
They covered it with tow
Moon I don't have guts
I don't even have a belly
They closed it for me forever

And they call me a thousand names to stop me
Because I don't think the same as all the people
Who watches television and I don't even watch it as a joke
Soap operas sparrowhawk or dove

And they call me cholo, pacheco, past
Hippie, punk, shaved, shaved
Earrings sampler
Arrumbado pachuco, solid rebel
traumatized speaker
Lousy musician, frustrated poet
Second and third hand painter
Skato, sandino, rocker, lying down
Marquista, guevaro, tattooed rojillo
Crazy, crazy, crazy and crazy
And all for thinking differently

But I have underwear
But I have passion
I have faith, pants
And one or another song
I want a change
and a revolution

And even though I don't have feet
Neither hands nor mouth
I have a guitar
What does it touch and what does it touch
the same song

What does he say long live the revolution?
What does he say long live the revolution?
What does he say long live the revolution?

And even though I don't have feet
Neither hands nor mouth
I have a guitar
What does it touch and what does it touch
the same song

What does he say long live the revolution?
What does he say long live the revolution?
What does he say long live the revolution?