Primavera del 87

It was a gray day, someone fell,
Suits with badges now coming for you
What a shame, cops are here
In a noble town that just wants to live
All united to defend our jobs
Or there will be nothing to eat
Hearts in suspense, your hope fades
Silence in the streets, Reinosa cried
Run, defend your bread!
Today they want to take it away from you
Fight for your freedom!
The one they taught you to love

Workers' blood seeking revenge
A body lies on the sidewalk, death threatens
While they, in their offices, drunk on power
Wash their hands and dirty the truth
Today you, eleven years later,
It's almost six, slow steps, off to work
The snow almost doesn't let you see the factory as you pass by
And you grit your teeth because you know the truth,
You know your friend is no longer here, now who's going to cry,
Now who's going to cry