La Rueda

Kneeling in front of the boss,
don't sell me your ideas.
If you crawl like a dog,
don't come to us with nonsense.

No one will fight for your freedom.

Behind the barricades,
the garbage doesn't cover us
because there the pain is felt.
There's no place for cowards.

No one will fight for your freedom.

They always buy your silence
and you eat what they sell you.
You're part of the wheel,
dirty wheel of cynicism.

No one will fight for your freedom.