Reincidentes — Yo Acuso song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Yo Acuso" by Reincidentes.
Lyrics
Yo le llamo terrorista
Al que da al trabajador
Las migajas por sudor
Las mentiras, y si no
Te jodes igual, hay muchos detrás
Yo le llamo terrorista
Al contertulio de salon
Que en la tribuna de opinion
Vendido al ultimo postor
Apunta a quien no se deja engañar
Ellos solo quieren ver su paz, ya esta bien
La paz que eterniza su chupar del poder
Tachan de violento al que ya no puede mas
Yo le llamo terrorista
Al gobierno liberal
A su legitimidad
Su prepotencia y vanidad
Que huele a anteayer y no quiere ocultar
Yo le llamo terrorista
Al coronel y al general
Su honor y su fidelidad
Su patria y su tradicion
Que en el fondo del mar estarian mejor
No dejan que pase informacion sin control
Sueltan a los perros al que no se arrodilla
Hay algo que tiene que explotar en sus manos
No es la suya pero es libertad, libertad…
Yo le llamo terrorista
Al aparato policial
Su puta entrega criminal
Su sadismo y corrupcion
A sus victimas y su superior
Yo le llamo terrorista
Al prelado y su manjar
A sus empresas y su fe
Diabolica bendicion
Que quiero evitar y no puede ser
Todo esto nos lleva al mismo fin. A pensar
Que estamos encadenados por puta escoria
No vais a poderme encasillar, ni callar
Ni me tachen de maleducao
Solo es odio…
Solo es odio…
Lyrics translation
I call him a terrorist.
To the worker
Crumbs by sweat
Lies, and if not
You fuck anyway, there are many behind
I call him a terrorist.
To the salon conttertulio
That in the opinion gallery
Sold to last bidder
Aim for those who do not let themselves be deceived
They just want to see their peace.
The peace that eternalizes your sucking of power
They call the one who can no longer be violent
I call him a terrorist.
To the liberal government
Legitimacy
Their arrogance and Vanity
That smells like the day before yesterday and does not want to hide
I call him a terrorist.
To the colonel and the general
Your honor and your faithfulness
Their homeland and their tradition
That at the bottom of the sea would be better
They don't let information go unchecked
They release the dogs that don't kneel
There's something you have to explode in your hands
It's not yours but it's freedom, freedom…
I call him a terrorist.
To the police apparatus
Your fucking criminal surrender
Their sadism and corruption
To his victims and his superior
I call him a terrorist.
To the prelate and his delicacy
To their businesses and their faith
Evil blessing
That I want to avoid and can not be
All this brings us to the same end. Thinking
That we are chained by fucking scum
You won't be able to lock me up or shut up
Don't call me rude.
It's just hate…
It's just hate…