La llorona

Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh uh ah-ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh uh ah-ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh uh ah-ah
Sabuqui jappirapi
Biri japsi abstebuqui
Bundax tebuguidi uh-ah
Well, they were right
All those who said that now the worst is yet to come, yaoh
Who laughs, who smiles, be honest
Someone looks at the sky and says wait
Starting to regain the humanity I have left
I stopped to think
About those who have to fight
One, for normalized homosexuality
Two, for the disability that makes you worthy
Three, for the prisoners victims of the state
Four, for the feminists who bring justice
Five, for those who give their lives, uh-ah
Six, you see, you know what to do
Seven, uh-ah
Now it's your turn to fight
We have to fight
Now it's time to be strong
Now more than ever
And we have to fight
It's your turn to fight
Now it's time to be strong
Now more than ever
Uh
Ah
What
Hey, we're going back home
RR studios
And Mafalda
This is the last time I listen to you, ok
Long live the law
Long live its law
She has imprisoned me
Dictated, named, married and postulated
When civic norm transcends
It becomes a political weapon
They write them
Only they understand them
I am certain to live a unique milestone
My strength is required to
Change the unheard of
I belong to the capitalist plunder
Of Southern Europe
I belong to a country that out of fear
Votes and appeals to fascism, uh
As you have observed, their laws affect us
Hipster militates, wakes up, uh
Everything is politics, no matter
Where you look, either you do it or they do it to you
I'm not making it up
They are not prejudices
My hatred towards them has names and surnames
We are aware
Of our class, our past and objective
Learning from the strangeness of the world
That is not strange but new and teaches us from scratch, uh
Marginalized show us the future
And show me that heart, libertarian and pure
Marina sea, look sea, look sea
Marina sea, look, sea, look sea
(I have a girl locked in my eyes)
Marina sea, look sea, look sea
(And lately she only does)
Cry
She just cries
She just cries
She just cries
She just cries
She just cries
She just cries
She just cries
She just cries
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
Oh ah oh ah
Oh uh ah-ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh uh ah-ah
Sara Eve
And Mafalda
Straight from below
Latin America present
One
Two
Three
Enough of crying
Now outwards, we have to fight
Weeping woman, don't cry anymore, the flowers will rot
And all their colors, ready, let's march
To occupy this place
If only one apple we follow, yes we can
From the south of the earth, cries of women are heard
Raising voices for those they killed and cannot
We are the ones who are left, not one less, yes we can
Back to your machismo, macho sexist
To your technocratic facho-capitalist idea
Let's play hangman, the patriarchy is dying
We are going to collect everything they have stolen from us
One, two, ready? Fire!
Now it's your turn to fight, we have to fight
Now it's time to be strong, now more than ever
And we have to fight, it's your turn to fight
Now it's time to be strong, now more than ever