Fosa Común - Gatillazo

No eran mártires ni héroes, sólo fueron a luchar

Con la rabia de los pobres contra el fascismo brutal

Pelearon contra los caciques y la prepotencia militar

Y dieron la vida por simple dignidad

Los matones se reían y el cabrón del cura los bendecía

Mientras los mataban en nombre de su dios

Cara al sol de madrugada, con una camisa azul

Los tiraron como a perros en una fosa común

El silencio de los muertos grita libertad

Los mataron de un tiro en la nuca o fusilados contra la pared

Los eliminaron con saña criminal

Los matones se reían y el cabrón del cura los bendecía

Mientras los mataban en nombre de su dios

Aquellos que apretaron el gatillo no debieran olvidar

Que aquellas balas no mataron todo, nadie mata a la verdad

En una cuneta, entre calaveras agujereadas nació la democracia

La herida sigue abierta !

!

They were not martyrs or heroes, they just went to fight

With the rage of the poor against brutal fascism

They fought against the caciques and the military arrogance

And they gave their lives for simple dignity

The thugs laughed and the bastard priest blessed them

As they were killed in the name of their god

Facing the early morning sun, in a blue shirt

They were thrown like dogs in a mass grave

The silence of the dead screams freedom

They were shot in the neck or shot against a wall

They eliminated them with criminal viciousness

The thugs laughed and the bastard priest blessed them

As they were killed in the name of their god

Those who pulled the trigger should not forget

That those bullets did not kill everything, nobody kills the truth

In a ditch, among pierced skulls, democracy was born

The wound is still open!

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