Fundamento Coplero

You're rich, you're poor
You're in charge, you're wages
You are what you are not
Whose copla will it be?

You're rich, you're poor
You're the one who takes, you're the one who gives
You throw away what you owe
Whose copla will it be?

You're rich, you're poor
You're gold, you're bread
For you, people are killed
Whose copla will it be?

Here I am, I can and I am
I can transform into the copla
I am where I go

The copla comes from afar
Mouth of time perhaps
It knows about the good things
And the bad ones too
It knows about the rich and their luck
It knows Caesar's law
But above all things
It knows about the people and their faith

It knows about the poor and their struggle
It knows the fear in their bile
It knows that the child doesn't know
That hunger has a reason

Here I am, I can and I am
I can break into the copla
I am where I go.