Retirada

You see them in the distance waving their flag
In any neighborhood
They go out to fight against time
And history in their favor

They are the feet in the marches
They are the graffiti
The early mornings
Full of sorrows
And love

A song plays in the end
Poor and subtle serenade
A feeling on the surface
For those who rescue fire

Those who take
Charge of being
Of their ideal the trench

To all the militants cheers
Cheers for fighting

Pavement trill
Remains of glue on the skin
For 18
Memory rushes by
A silence screams
From a thousand umbrellas a sea

They spread the word
They go out to speak
Leaving behind
Their well-being
Always insist
After shipwreck

The faculty
The committee
Union network
Shout and sign

Dawn, in a different way
The voice of a handkerchief
Wanted to be heard
And tied to the backpack knew how to be
The new flag

Singing by the thousands, on March 8
Being strength and idea
Not to step back
To protect the fight for the right to be
That is born and remains

The anonymous ones who return
With their faces darkened by night
From silent vigils
Side by side with life

They know more than anyone
That the fight is day by day
And they transform defeat
Into engine and rebellion

Long live those who take charge
Those of today and those of before
And if hard times come
More than ever militants

If the wind blows against, that's when you have to row
Knowing that life wants and can do more
After the storm, the sky will clear

Murga, my militancy and my obsession
Rebel song of February
My place
Murga, I am the heir of your yesteryears (I am the echo of your yesteryears)
Old street talk (Today reborn, old illusion)
Carnival (Drives away, melancholy)

The weather changes, and we must be there
Double the joy
And let fear be no more
Than hope
When the future is tough
More than ever we must go out
To meet again and once more
Sing

Bye bye, the end has come
Just like life, the show
Only knows how to be reborn
If it dies in every farewell

Reeling in the emotion
The heart gets ready
And the chorus
Burns in verses the final time
Singing to celebrate

One more neighborhood
Our illusion
In another disguise
Made into a song

Laughs while crying
Says while leaving
Bye carnival

Goodbye goodbye (goodbye goodbye)
The end has come (and to celebrate)
The miracle of singing intertwined
Once again

Goodbye goodbye (goodbye goodbye)
The end has come (and to celebrate)
If the beloved always dies before its time
It's time to love

Murga times will return
To meet again and in February
Say, Cheers, Carnival