Hijos de
Basca
Children of
Children of guerrillas....
Children of the external debt
the street, is their home
in this damn society.
Sharing, brotherhood
is what the Bible says
and Jesus,
now shining shoes for the boss
eheeeeeeeeee
Cries for freedom
there are police, there are stones
share and escape
because they will torture them
Save yourself while you can
from politics
Save yourself while you can
from those children of such
And high repression
children thrown into alcohol
old ones yes
beggars forgotten by the world
Eheeeeeeeeeeeeee
eheeeeeeeeeeeeee
Thrown in a corner
die my dreams
die I
souls of hell
maybe their life is better
