2024.05.05.
Pablo Hasél - dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre
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Democracy Their Whore Mother
Repression exists, this isn't science fictionThe reality is sad, you won't silence me, you bastard!
Because the truth is what hurts the oppressor the most
Censorship doesn't cure the longing for a better world
The bars1won't silence, obvious truths
Jose Ortin you leave us, but you're still on our mind
Less and less people believe the story of the system, but everything remains the same and that's what burns us
Enough of absurd convictions and of free Aznares
Freedom for Manuel Arenas and for who describes them
Stop dressing up in democratic jackets with that hypocritical 'Peace and no kill' speech
We don't forget the sale of weapons to despicable Zionists, with which children are killed and you put on medals.
I toast to the death of TTs2 owners
Go to hell to create stress to make ends meet
Here the propaganda rules, and the one who rules creates it
But we have the logic, important weapon
The drugs don't mislead me, what they steal is obvious
Seeing how in schools egoistic people are made
I don't understand why they don't see beyond this scenario, since education is the basis of every revolutionary
This other colony of the USA
Fight, there is no excuse!
Here the terrorists, the policy that the government promotes
Enough of masochism, silences, complicity
If they make us an abyss, they will slip into it
'Divide and conquer', they applied it very well, thus the disunited left forgot what it's to win
If this way nothing changes, add more anger
I'd rather be an outcast than live a submissive life
Apology for terrorism, exploiting bipartisanship, created so that always the same enslave us
Enough of chasing every young man who fights, they just want us to think about cars and drinks3
I go out into the street and I don't see the paradise that they paint us. Could it be that their mansions with swimming pool have swallowed it up?
It fucks them that some of us care to change the unfair, while putting infinite tastes to greedy rich
A rapper with a conscience, you'll listen to me and you don't like me
Because I'll pester4you more than the cocaine to Marichalar
I refer to the facts, [...]5 with a hypocritical smile for idiots who profess faith in him
Santos told you in Catalan: 'Now there is no one who pari6'
And less ridiculous ones like Patxi López [...]
And the hypocrisy of many cheap reds, who shut up and suck while others shriek
It's about feeling other people's injustices as our own since when they commit them with you, you hate them
Repression exists, this isn't science fiction
The reality is sad, you won't silence me, you bastard!
Because the truth is what hurts the oppressor the most
Censorship doesn't cure the longing for a better world
The bars won't silence obvious truths
Jose Ortin you leave us, but you're still on our mind
Less and less people believe the story of the system, but everything remains the same and that' what burns us
It turns out that it's a crime to fight for a place where no one goes hungry
Crime, fight, fight
Not believing himself a savior for giving money to NGOs, less transparent than Zaplana multiplied 'three
It's a joke in bad taste that in the name of democracy they loot us and on top of that many thank them
Stockholm syndrome has spoiled everything
This is the last straw, cunt!
There's no room for another fool here
Subnormals without ideals ask 'What disco are you going to?'
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