Martillos y Ruedas
Canserbero
Hammers and Wheels
From the north to the south of America
As far as my voice can reach
Brother, don't let them call you lower class, no
Raise your head as high as you can
The lower class are those who live off the people
Giving alms to the working class
We are the role model for the new generations
(We got to move on, we got to move)
The legs of this nation are the hammers and the wheels
(We got to move, we got to move)
It's not yet dawn and Juan Pérez smiles on the bus
As his two younger boys are about to graduate
He hasn't bought new pants in a long time
And his only attachment is the monotony of his work
Juan Pérez, like other gentlemen, at first glance
Doesn't resemble the magazine penguins at all
His shoes look old and he sees he doesn't get the treatment
That the old man in the luxury car receives
Maybe because he doesn't leave such good tips
Or because he doesn't wear a tie in the restaurant
Where, by the way, the guard who sees him from head to toe
Lives four blocks away and knows him from before
Every day Juan sells newspapers on the buses
While trying to touch his ears with his lips
He knows he deserves more than what he earns
But he's not going to stay in bed waiting for a change
Brother, don't let them call you lower class, no
Raise your head as high as you can
The lower class are those who live off the people
Giving alms to the working class
We are the role model for the new generations
(We got to move on, we got to move)
The legs of this nation are the hammers and the wheels
(We got to move, we got to move)
Brother, don't stay sitting on the bed
Success won't knock on your window
Raise your fist, buddy, we have to plant trees today
So that our children can enjoy the shade tomorrow
Raise your sword of dignity and wisdom
Carry your rights, shoot your conscience rifle
Since it's ignorance that makes nations poor
And men on their knees are more knees than men
Juan Pérez is the farmer, the teacher
The store clerk, the ice cream vendor, anyone with courage
Juan Pérez, the student, the farmer
The journalist, the single mother, or the early riser
On the other hand, the lower class is the police
Who tell you
