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Migrar
01:38
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Dejando atrás
Toda una vida para progresar
Es la realidad
Esa que muchos quieren ocultar
Nadie entiende
Lo difícil que es llegar
A un nuevo lugar
Y otra vez volver a empezar
Sin tener un hogar
Enfrentando la frialdad
Mírame recuerda bien
Soy el migrante que se va a quedar
Nunca es fácil decidir marcharse
Para escapar de la violencia, la guerra y la pobreza
Sin poder escoger
Arriesgando mi integridad
Mírame recuerda bien
Soy el migrante que se va a quedar
Todos somos inmigrantes
Cruzar el charco solo fue casualidad
No existe patria ni banderas
Solo habitantes de este mundo
Dejando atrás
Toda una vida para progresar
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Leaving a whole life behind
in order to progress
It's the reality
so many want to hide
Nobody understands
how hard it is to settle down
in a brand new place
then restart all over again
Homeless, facing coldness.
Look at me, remember well
I'm the immigrant whose is going to stays
Deciding to leave It's never easy
find a way out from violence, war and poverty
Unable to choose, risking my integrity
Look at me, remember well
I'm the immigrant whose is going to stays
We all are immigrants, crossing the pond by necessity, no
homeland, no flags, we are just people in the world.
Leaving a whole life behind in order to progress.
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Secta
02:48
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Miedo de no alcanzar la salvación
De niños nos mintieron
Para crear adultos con temor a Dios
Y en estas cuatro paredes nunca hay escape
De la verdad
Puedes sentirlo en el aire todas esas vidas
Que ya no están
Y nunca hay paz
Roban total control de libertad
Llenando el vacío
Y así crear promesas falsas de bienestar
Debe acabar para siempre toda esta cultura
De obedecer
Quiero cuestionarlo todo y no ser esclava
De su poder
Perdiendo la fe
Tu secta va a acabar
¿Dime cuándo cambiará? Nunca
¿Cuánto tiempo durará? Siempre
¿Quién nos podrá liberar? Nadie
Ya no lo voy a aguantar
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Fear of can't reach salvation
We've been lied to since we were children
Just to create adults with the fear of god
Within these four walls there is not an escape
From the truth
You can feel all those lives gone in the air
Peace is never here
They steal freedom is totally controlled
Filling the emptiness
with fake promises of wellness
All this obeying culture has to end forever
I want to question everything, not to be a slave of their power
Losing faith
Your sect is going to end
Tell me when is it going to change? Never
How long will it last? Always
Who could free us? No one
I won't take it anymore
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3. |
Represión
01:22
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Nuestra rabia y la tristeza nos hace movernos hoy
pero no escuchan nuestros reclamos prefieren callarnos con
Policías creados para golpear
Policías creados para matar
La prensa calla, maquilla el gobierno, hoy necesita cobrar
Mientras las madres lloran a sus hijos, vidas que no volverán
Militares criados para golpear
Militares criados para matar
La masacre no quedará impune
Estas muertes no se olvidarán
Si no hay justicia para el pueblo
No habrá paz para el gobierno
Policías creados para golpear
Militares criados para matar
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Our rage and sorrow are moving us today
They don't listen to what we say, they prefer to
silence us instead
Police created to beat us
Police created to kill us
Press remains quiet, they are masking the government because they only care about money
While mothers are mourning their sons because their lives are gone
Soldiers created to beat us
Soldiers created to kill us
Massacre won't get away with murder, these deaths won't be forgotten If justice is not served for the people, the government won't get peace
Police created to beat us
Soldiers created to kill us
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4. |
Farsantes
01:51
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No creo
Cada palabra que sigue saliendo
De tu boca se oye tan falsa para mi
Tu auto llamada lucha es solo un trampolín
Para poder tomar el poder corrompiendo todo lo que ves
Esa sonrisa fingida es tan familiar
Maniobras tan repetidas para engañar
Y solo escucho decir que eres el salvador
Que todo será distinto que será mejor
Nos vas a manipular
Con sueños de libertad
Te sigues burlando de la inocencia de todas aquellos
que necesitan creer
Estás destruyendo más de lo que prometiste construir
Nunca fuiste del pueblo, los de abajo no somos nada para ti
Ya no quiero más, no queremos más
Ya no creo más, no creemos más
Corrompiendo lo que ves
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Every single word told by your mouth is so fake to me
Your so-called fight is just a stepping stone so you can reach power, corrupting everything you see
That faked smile looks so familiar, repeated maneuvers to deceive us, and I just hear them say you are the savior, than everything will be different, that everything will be better
You are going to manipulate us
with dreams of freedom
You keep mocking the innocence of those who still need to believe
You are destroying instead of building the things you promised
You never belong to the people, the underdogs don't mean a thing to you.
I don't want anything else, we don't want anything
else.
I don't believe anymore, we don't believe anymore
Corrupting what you see
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