Muevan Las Industrias
Los Prisioneros
Move the Industries
They are standing still waiting for the hands that decide to set them in motion
The fog surrounds them and rusts them, and they are already thinking of petrifying
The industries, move the industries
The industries, move the industries
When misery came, they were kicked out
Told not to come back
The workers didn't leave, they hid, they roam around our city
The industries, move the industries
The industries, move the industries
I'm going to reach the big machine
Everything is dark
If I lower my head a little
No one will discover me
I remember the iron that occupied and clashed in the schoolyard
With every rhythm they marked, they directed the beat
Of our own heart
And I drag myself on the damp cement
And in my head, a thousand laments repeat
When misery came, they were kicked out and told
Not to come back
The industries, move the industries
The industries, move the industries
I'm going to reach the big machine
Everything is dark
If I lower my head a little
No one will discover me
The industries, move the industries
The industries, move the industries
The industries, move the industries
The industries, move the industries
The industries, move the industries
The industries, move the industries
The industries, move the industries
The industries, move the industries