La Marcha de La Bronca

Anger when they laugh satisfied
Having bought their rights
Anger when they become moralists
And start running after artists
Anger when in broad daylight
They take out their hypocrisy for a walk
Anger of the fierce of mine
Anger that can be recited

For those who take what is ours
With the glove of pretending
For the one who pulls the strings
Of the universal puppet
For the one who has marked the decks
And always gets the best
With the ace of spades he dominates us
And with the ace of clubs he keeps giving and giving and giving

March, one, two
I can't see so much
Organized lie
Without responding with a hoarse voice
My anger, My anger

Anger because they kill shamelessly
But nothing is ever clear
Anger because the robber steals
But the merchant also steals
Anger because everything is forbidden
Even what I will do anyway
Anger because there is no bail
If they imprison our hope
Anger, anger

Those in charge have this world
Rotten and divided in two
Blame their desire to conquer
By force or exploitation

Anger then when they want
To cut my hair for no reason
It's better to have free hair
Than freedom with fixative

March, one, two

I can't see so much organized disaster
Without responding with a hoarse voice
Of anger, of anger

Anger without rifles and bombs
Anger with fingers in a v
Anger that is also hope
March of anger and faith

March, one, two