La Marcha de La Bronca

Anger when they laugh with satisfaction
Having purchased their rights
Anger when they become moralists
And they start running after the artists
Anger when in broad daylight
They take their hypocrisy for a walk
My brave fight
A fight that can be recited

For those who take what is ours
With the glove of concealment
For the one who handles the strings
From the universal puppet
For the one who has marked the cards
And always receive the best
With the ace of spades he dominates us
And with the club enter to give and give and give

March, one, two
I can't see so much
Organized lie
Without answering 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 prohibited
Until what I will do anyway
Anger over non-payment of bail
If they imprison our hope
Anger, anger

Those who command have this world
Rotten and split in two
Blame his eagerness to conquer
By force or by exploitation

Fight then when they want
That he cuts my hair for no reason
It is better to have free hair
That freedom with fixative

March, one, two

I can't stand to see so much organized disaster
Without answering the hoarse voice
Out of anger, out of anger

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

March, one, two