Cueca negra
Quilapayún
Black Cueca
To wipe out the people
traitors have come together.
They’ve formed a bouquet
with some pretty flowers.
A fascist in the middle
with two thieves,
three old hags,
four big shots.
Five speculators,
six killers,
seven smugglers,
eight idiots.
Nine petty crooks,
ten right-wingers,
eleven cherimoya sellers,
twelve Freistas.
Crimes and attacks,
black market,
that’s how they’ve tried
to hit the people.
Even though they’ve gathered
they’ll end up cut down.
