Sin Ataduras

I have sad memories from a distant place
harsh winters in the Siberian north.
I remember a place where everything is forbidden
from criticism to the slightest sigh.
Unattached in the east,
reading Engels and Marx.
Unattached in the east,
toasting with vodka and caviar.
Unattached in my mind,
I only seek the truth.
Unattached in my crazy heart,
without stopping.
I have murky memories north of the Rio Grande
I was a wetback and knew what hunger is.
I remember a place where everything is allowed
like carrying weapons and killing neighbors.
Unattached in the west,
they consume everything nonstop.
Unattached in the west,
painting the Ku Klux Klan black.
Unattached in my mind,
I only seek the truth.
Unattached in my crazy heart.
The world is divided into two very different blocks
the petite bourgeoisie serving capitalism
and the useful idiots serving communism
in the crazy race that leads man to the abyss.
Unattached in the east,
reading Engels and Marx.
Unattached in the west,
they consume everything nonstop.
Unattached in my mind,
I only seek the truth.
Unattached in my crazy heart