Arte Para Cuatro Gatos

All the history of our art has lived
From the rich kids of the country
Descendants of Italians, Germans, French, English
Soaked in the pride of not being indigenous

It's the ticket to their travels
They're trying for the latest in the world

To the schools with teachers
With last names and artist faces
They smother us with culture
They charge them hard and the parents don't mind

If they have money, they can throw themselves
To play at being Chilean artists
Let's see the result
Nothing happens
No one hypes them up
They only accept, four cats
They don't even represent themselves

No, I don't know how much they beat
No, made for four cats
No, they don't represent us
No, they're almost foreigners

No, I don't know how much they beat
No, made for four cats
No, the country has no face
No, they don't have to fight

And the black foundations that are artists
They get a place in an imposition
Or in a paragraph in the newspaper or in a neighbor's column
They boast about how American they are
And they think they're a little famous
And the old folks applaud them but don't pay them

No, I don't know how much they beat
No, made for four cats
No, the country has no face
No, they don't represent us
No, oh oh oh

Made for four cats
No, the country has no face
No, they don't represent us
No, oh oh oh oh, they don't have to fight

No, I don't know how much they beat
No, made for four cats