Hablarán Las Calles

When you've lost everything
All that's left is to take two shots
Some in the bars, in the hidden bathrooms
Others in the streets watching the detained
We have nothing left to lose
Only the chains that bind us to power
This is the dance my people dance
And these are the notes that fuel the fire
No! We're not going to swallow
Not one step back
Ours is a flag that prays
No! We're not going to endure
Not one more minute
Watching our home die
(Not one step back, and no!)

This tambourine country
Full of black cards
Is the den of bandits
Their severance paid in installments
We have nothing left to lose
Only the chains that bind us to power
I will fight in scorched earth politics
I want you to accompany me to the barricade

No! We're not going to swallow
Not one step back
Ours is a flag that prays
No! We're not going to endure
Not one more minute
Watching our home die
(Not one step back, and no!)

It's the shit of the banks, politicians, multinationals
And all that stuff about tax havens
They control at all levels
In the bar, in the street, and even on social media
An eviction, a suicide
To that we will call it homicide

No more hungry children
No bread, no gas, no electricity
The cold winter to warm
Everything is rotten, it's madness
There are no more cultures
And even the elderly rummage through trash cans
There will be no future, there will be no pension
The system is not sustainable, corruption ate it up
In a tambourine country full of black cards
It's the den of bandits of deferred dismissal

Who wants to be under a king's boot?
Who wants to paint the queen's face?
Who wants a monkey to paint me the laws?
Hey, who wants to escape from the saw?
Who has pockets without holes?
Who can't live in the jungle?
Who wants a people who want to decide to be an ignorant people?
(A zero on the left!)
Who wants four psychopaths with a parcheesi

Sowing poverty and misery?
How can there be a fiscal paradise?
Who still swallows this rock?
They take the cake until their teeth fall out
Prepare the train, we're leaving!
Cheers! We'll live the defeat together!
Prepare the train, we're leaving!
Far
Who wants to be a slave forever?
Who wants to obediently keep quiet?
Who prefers to bow their head?
To gather their strength, fight head-on?
Who wants to be just another one?
Following their rhythm and beat
Instead of being from a people that
Speaks, fights, and shows their dignity
In a boat moored at the port dock
In case we have to escape by sea
In case we have to set sail and find a place where the wind blows
I have a daughter and a thousand dreams unfed
There's no more bread or mysteries
The cemetery will dress us all the same
We will all be part of the guild
In the streets, shouts are heard
They are the voices of the poor, the souls of the united people!
No! We're not going to swallow any more shit
We're going to explode!
And no! We're not going to swallow any more shit
Not one step back!
Not one step back!