Fiesta Pagana

Yeah!
When you wake up one day
And you feel like you can't take it anymore
That in the name of the one above your life will be managed
If you feel fear sticking to your skin
For being a commoner and wanting justice
If you give up brother, you will never think for yourself

When they come to ask you for your tithes at the end of the month
And the Holy Inquisition invites you to confess
That's why my friend, you raise your voice
Say you never asked for an opinion
And if it is true that there is a God who works from sunrise to sunset

Stand up, raise your fist and come
At the pagan festival, there is drinking at the bonfire
Of the same condition, neither the people nor a lord are
They have the clergy and we have our sweat

If there is no bread for yours
And you see the abbot very fat
If their virgin wears gold, undress her
How are they going to silence the goldfinch or the canary?
If there is no prison or grave for libertarian singing

Stand up, raise your fist and come
At the pagan festival, there is drinking at the bonfire
Of the same condition, neither the people nor a lord are
They have the clergy and we have our sweat

Stand up, raise your fist and come
At the pagan festival, there is drinking at the bonfire
Of the same condition, neither the people nor a lord are
They have the clergy and we have our sweat

Stand up, raise your fist and come
At the pagan festival, there is drinking at the bonfire
Of the same condition, neither the people nor a lord are
They have the clergy and we have our sweat

Bastards!
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