Hay que enterrarlos vivos

Voices, voices
In my head they are

Where is my friend
Where is my brother
Where is my son
Where is father

They are not here, they are not here
In this police station, no
They have not come here, they have not been here
In this police station, no
They have not come here, they have not been here
No, no, no, no!!!

Where is my daughter
Where is my sister
Where is my mother
Where is friend

They are all homosexuals
Junkies, communists
Shitty blacks
We must fuck them all up
We must bury them alive
And make them disappear
Do you understand me soldiers?
Yes, general!