Combate

Strong, powerful
each and every one of us
unless there is no inspiration
treacherous stab to progress and imagination
rebel forever
rebel until death
and may destiny forgive
the weariness of the age you reach

I will never wait to die of hunger
to sing what hurts me
snails, rattles
to know when I will be able to see you
Oh mama!
dark-skinned Liberty, when will it be?

chorus:

hey - disorder is in the street

chorus 2:

combat (x4)

push, push
push, heart push
brave red blood
from this side of my chest

I want to be present in the massacre of sorrows
of barbed wire, and unjust ballot boxes
I want to be present and see schools improve
look my friend, he who does not invent errs

I will never wait to die of hunger
to sing what hurts me
snails, rattles
to know when I will be able to see you
Oh mama!
dark-skinned Liberty, when will it be?

chorus

chorus 2