Cerdo

The spring complains but also proposes
It composes, come on you bastards, you bunch of assholes
Indecent people who screw anyone
Forging the nation, burning the flags
Exhuming corpses, making them voters
So they don’t have to deal with ignorant folks

They won’t laugh at me again
Armed and ready, I’m willing to die
Come and shout it loud
So you can feel what it’s like

Pig, you’re gonna burst
Already trampling on rights and collective peace
Spilling blood, innocent blood
You can feel the heat rising
On the edge of the machete, it can catch you
The words from my tongue can kill you and slit your throat.