Canción En Harapos

How easy it is to wave a flag to the solar troops
Of the Marxist manifesto and the history of hunger
How easy it is to sigh at the gesture of a man
Who fulfills a duty
And give little clothes to the poor girl
Daughter of the driver
How easy it is to mask the opportunity

How easy it is to fool those who can’t read
How many colors, how many sides does the petty bourgeoisie have

How easy it is to transcend with a reputation for being original
But it’s known that among the blind, the one-eyed man usually leads
How easy it is to prop up the old morality
That disguises itself as a barricade
For those who never had anything
How well the petty bourgeoisie prepares its mask

Long live the rag, sir
And the table without a tablecloth
Long live the one who smells like the alley
Like cursing and workshops
Long live the rag, sir
And the table without a tablecloth
Long live the one who smells like the alley
Like cursing and workshops

From a table full, anyone decides to applaud
The ragged caravan of all the poor
From an imported tablecloth and aged wine
You can fight very well
From a giant house and a fancy car
You can suffer too
In a friendly feast, you often see the fight

If it’s easy to abuse, it’s even easier to condemn
And make papers for history to give you a place

How easy it is to protest for the bomb that fell
A thousand kilometers from the closet and the fridge
How easy it is to write something that invites action
Against tyrants, against murderers
Against the cross or divine power
Always within reach of the display window and the dining room

Long live the rag, sir
And the table without a tablecloth
Long live the one who smells like the alley
Like cursing and workshops
Long live the rag, sir
And the table without a tablecloth
Long live the one who smells like the alley
Like cursing and workshops