Sangre En La Manifestacion

Violence to repress
is your science, damn bastard,
I don't know how you can sleep
with blood on the mattress.

The truth you don't want to hear,
the truth accuses you unforgivingly,
I don't know how you can sleep.

Blood in the bastard's pipe,
blood that stains reason,
blood on the van's wheels,
blood in the protest.

He had the desire to fight,
he had a dream to fulfill,
reasons to protest
and a will to live.

His memory will not be lost,
our voices will not be silenced,
his death will not be forgotten.

To those who had to give up
their skin for an ideal,
to those who died fighting
against the damn capital.

To those who have fallen for dreaming,
dead from a criminal system,
today I want to cry for all.