Bastardos

Keeping our anger
under the foot of their violence
condemned to the asphalt
to the sight of their arrogance

to the sight of their arrogance
against all their consciences

We're not rich nor lowlifes
tumbling already in school
Vomiting on the asphalt
against all their consciences

against all their consciences
to the sight of their arrogance

Now tell me how you want us
always quiet or silent
Now tell me how much you hate us
you're a bastard's blood!