La Rebelión de los Desgraciados

They got tired of waiting
The resurrection of the dead
They buried the myth of Carlos Marx
They vomit on everything that is capitalism
They no longer let themselves be deceived

They are seen wandering the streets
Authentic ghosts of desolation
They bring their soul naked from hunger
The revolution did not do them justice

Rebellion, rebellion,
Rebellion of the unfortunate

They have received an eternity of lies
They cannot understand the book of heaven
They lost the vocation for paradise
They don't care to be reborn

Rebellion, rebellion,
Rebellion of the unfortunate

They will collect with blood the injustice
They grew as much as their resentment
They lost the fear of life
They will be kings of the new generation

Rebellion, rebellion,
Rebellion of the unfortunate