Pan Y Circo - Alejandro Filio

Yo no pregunto cuándo, sino hasta dónde,

aguantará este pueblo que se desangra.

Este pueblo callado de buenos hombres

que su dios ha premiado con la esperanza.

Yo no pregunto quién sino porqué causa

se ha dormido el vigía mientras asaltan.

Yo no pregunto cuántos habrán caído

en aquellas batallas que hay en la historia,

ni porqué a las estatuas en este sitio

han tapado sus bocas lazos de gloria.

Que venga el pan y el circo para los pobres

y ese monstruo nos trague con su censura,

no sea que se despierten los ideales,

se nos caiga el telón,

se nos caiga el telón,

y salga la basura.

No sé quién ha corrido por la canasta

ni pretendo saber dónde se ha metido,

mas tendrá que salir como toda rata

le aplastará una escoba para partirlo.

I don't ask when, but how far,

will endure this bleeding town.

This quiet town of good men

that their god has rewarded with hope.

I do not ask who but why cause

the lookout has fallen asleep during the assault.

I do not ask how many will have fallen

in those battles that are in history,

nor why to the statues in this place

They have tied their mouths with bonds of glory.

Let the bread and the circus come for the poor

and that monster swallow us with its censorship of him,

lest ideals be awakened,

the curtain falls on us,

the curtain falls on us,

and get the garbage out.

I don't know who has run for the basket

nor do I pretend to know where he has been,

but he will have to go out like any rat

he will be crushed by a broom to break it.