Miseria Y Traicion

Years, fighting in the street, involved in a thousand messes.
Together, missing a 'I love you, friend'.
And a bad day comes when everything explodes,
the police start the repression.
No more comrades, maybe no more buddies.
We are left alone facing defamation.
And now with fear I don't see our flags.
I keep my fist up.
Criticism... saving our skin at the expense of others.
Criticism... instead of throwing trash they should support.
The enemy is strong and well-prepared,
we must defend ourselves with all our unity.
If a comrade's hands explode,
we must close ranks against betrayal.
And now with fear I don't see our flags.
I keep my fist up.
And now the witch hunt begins,
talking badly, throwing shit,
lest the game ends in war.
We are still standing, breaking dawn,
and in loving we create all the hatred that destroys you.
We don't give up, and even if the Sun doesn't rise anymore
and the Moon no longer shines, waiting for the Revolution.
Criticism, criticism,... misery and betrayal.
And now, with fear, I still see our flags.
I keep my fist up.