Ellos Dicen Mierda
Los Fastidios
They Say Shit
A thousand colleagues left lying along the way
And how many more will be left?
How long will we live?
How long will we die?
In this endless absurd defeat
Two weeks, three weeks
Or forty thousand mornings, let it stick
Mother of God!
How much horror will we have to see?
How many blows will we receive?
How many people will have to die?
The head well taken care of
Or very well messed up and nothing
Nothing to be thankful for
Inside our emptiness
Only pride remains standing
That's why we'll keep standing
A bunch of people live sadly
And they will die democratically
And I, and I, and I don't want to shut up
Morality forbids anyone to protest
They say shit, we say amen
Amen, amen, amen, it often rains
