El Lute, Libre o Muerto

The Franco regime embraces in its memory
Eleuterio Sánchez, his story
Martyr without glory
In the shantytowns of the slums, his hell begins
The guard, the hunger, the winter
The mercheros are treated like scum,
Their marginalization a death sentence
Taste of blood, his destiny is written
The shadow follows him, being a delinquent a crime
Disinherited from an unjust society
Facing the sun is scary, hypocritical condemnation
The hunger of your family chains you intensely
Cruel idyll, martyrdom, and silence
Misery turns me into a criminal
In a sigh, I change my life and my mind
That jewelry store takes my absent soul
Bravo Murillo, innocent witness
Damn corpse, cursed guard
The death penalty awaits me at the gallows
I didn't do it, they torture me, massacre me
Sadistic violence, sacred repression
First degree, low cells, purgatory
Madness, four walls my wake
Thanks dictator, my eternal gratitude
Prisoner's flesh on a slow fire

When hunger and misery marginalize you
When the law pursues you on every corner
When sadness dominates your sight
And you have no choice but to fight

A year in the pen they call me for trial
I'm going to enter a dream in the escape I covet
There's no evidence, I ask for the key to the service
The key works, I jump into the abyss
Public enemy, my photo in the newspaper
As a mercenary in an authoritarian system
Thirteen free days with a prison ending
Hope, the prisoner's woman
Five years in prison, regime of terror
The port, the dome, seeds of resentment
Ready for the sacrifice of escape free or dead
The Lute bridge, water in the desert
Thousands of lives, civilians sigh
Breathe, they watch with rifles
Bullets fly with life
Lead, blood, and gunpowder
Inspire death
My brothers are my faithful shadow
The Sierra de Ronda enslaves our thirst
At the mercy of a faithless army
Eleuterio, guardian of the dawn
Helicopters, civilians, armed police
Thoughts twist in walls and barbed wire
Free or dead, Alcalá sealed
The cunning of the weak, power silences

When hunger and misery marginalize you
When the law pursues you on every corner
When sadness dominates your sight
And you have no choice but to fight

Seville, two months underground
I pass the storm, yearn for the sky
The Lute nests in the heart of the people
Checkmate to the state, their courage ignites the fire
Love sometimes softens the punishment
A balm of redemption against the enemy
Violent media campaign
Escapes, shots, so much humiliation bursts
July 2nd, the expedition to Vienna
Sinister dances, bullets whistle and sirens
Vengeance collapses on me, my sorrows
Take care of my brother, honor my braids
Destiny, the safe in Cartagena
Sublime sentence, a thousand years of condemnation
Writing has me immersed in my memory
Atomic submarine, inquisitorial roulette
Franco dies, amnesty doesn't come
Common prisoners denied freedom
Rivers of blood, prisons at war
Who watches over us, who locks us up

When hunger and misery marginalize you
When the law pursues you on every corner
When sadness dominates your sight
And you have no choice but to fight

Oh, you have to fight
Oh
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