Escupire Jodidos

Don't think bastards that this is over
I know I'm tired but not finished
And even if you don't care, I have to vent
My disgust of saliva, I'm going to make you taste it

I will spit in front of your gestures of goodwill
I will spit in front of your very formal faces
I will spit in front of your laws that don't give me bread
And, even if I receive a thousand blows, you won't see me cry

Take care, I haven't fallen yet
They haven't succeeded, I'm just wounded

Look at the walls, there are still signs
Of some who have died for living a dream
And there is no way out for dreamers
Unless they dream in the shadow of a cypress

Dreams that remain for the remains in our hearts
Dreams that will fill my life with a false illusion
Dreams that my eyes won't see, not even in the best song
And, even if I wake up every day, you won't see me cry

Take care, I haven't fallen yet
They haven't succeeded, I'm just wounded