Absentismo Laboral

Walking in at seven in the morning
on a Monday, the week already starts
with my hat, my cape, dressed as a bullfighter
Hey! Hey bull!, I'm waiting for you here.

Horned, big-eared, horned and oxen
what a pass, what a master.
Little balls, scabs, ass-kissers and crawlers
and the itches for the manager.

Don't sell yourself for a day's pay
labor absenteeism.
Don't sell yourself for a day's pay
give it to the capital.

One balloon, two balloons, three balloons
what a salary they take, this is a robbery.
What a shame, what horns they have
that they maintain themselves at your expense.
Sanctions, regulations, layoffs and expulsions.
You can shove them where it hurts.
Absences, delays, sick leaves and permissions
and I declare myself disobedient to their discipline.

Don't sell yourself for a day's pay
labor absenteeism.
Don't sell yourself for a day's pay
give it to the capital.

I don't want to be a bullfighter by profession
abolish the national party!
Don't stay behind the barrier
our fight is in this arena.

I want to see the two-legged bulls, two-legged!
who gives them the sword and who finishes them off
so that one day someone can say
that this species has ceased to exist.

Don't sell yourself for a day's pay
labor absenteeism.
Don't sell yourself for a day's pay
give it to the capital
Don't sell yourself, no!
for a day's pay, never!
Labor absenteeism.
Don't sell yourself, no!
for a day's pay, never!
Give it to them,
decapitate the capital.