Un Poquito de Follón

Another Nazi dead from old age,
Another deformed child from nuclear tests,
Another five friends dead behind the wheel.

Raped again by your father,
Another grandfather abandoned on the roadside like a dog,
Another mink coat for a conscienceless bitch.

Another kneeling peasant,
Another young person mutilated in a terrorist attack,
Another black person beaten by some fascist snob.

We tell you what we see, nothing more,
We don't expect rebellion or agitation,
But if you pay attention, you'll see it too,
That it's a lie, that things are not going well.

We tell you what we see, nothing more,
A little bit of chaos wouldn't be bad,
Because if you pay attention, you'll see it too,
That it's a lie, that things are not going well.

Another pervert as a minister,
Another millionaire priest who despises beggars,
Another peak with more shit than a horse, I tell you.

Another dictator kissing children,
Another town massacred by senile generals,
Another worker in exile for following their ideals.

Another prisoner hanging from the ceiling,
Another war ending with medals on the chest,
Another squatter tortured for shouting: 'right to a roof!'