Rebelde,agitador Y Revolucionario

Today they sacrifice me like a pig
For not agreeing
With conservatives and military
For not wanting altars of gold and blood

They accuse me of being a rebel, troublemaker, and revolutionary
For not thinking the same and saying it
As those who abuse my people daily

The water falls from the sky
Just a sea of sorrow
This silence becomes eternal
Full of real desolation

My mother called me Jesus
And today my people cry for me on the cross
But one day, everything will change
There will be a church that will understand
The oppressed and not the oppressor
And it will be honest like I was
Or maybe not, or maybe not
Or maybe not, or maybe not

The thorn is already stuck
There is no forgiveness for the one who crushes
Telling only one story
To those who can't find a solution

My mother called me Jesus
And today my people cry for me on the cross
But one day, everything will change
There will be a church that will understand
The oppressed and not the oppressor
And it will be honest like I was
Or maybe not, or maybe not
Or maybe not, or maybe not