Volando al Frente - Gordo Master

-Miles de personas salieron a la calle en cincuenta ciudades de España,

el motivo:

-¡Porque no somos mercancías en manos de los banqueros y de los financieros!

-Porque se ha prostituido la palabra «Democracia»

-Ayer convocaron decenas de manifestaciones por toda España

-Queremos aclarar que no apoyamos a ningún partido político

-Las concentraciones del movimiento 15M

-Esto es nuestra ciudad y aquí hay una supuesta libertad

Un bucle, el país ranquea

Las familias se meten de ocupas porque el trabajo escasea

Mas clockers, se suelta lo que sea

La muerte está en la calle sólo falta que la vendan en grajeas

El fuerte también flaquea en esta marea

Cae de rodillas en el cuarto

Rezando a un Dios que no hace sus tareas

Buscavidas están al salto, embargo y to’s pa' el banco

Frotan sus manos, sonríen, se abre la ve’a

Fea, una actitud muy fea

Son las lágrimas de miles de personas a las que tú aporreas

El siguiente paso al pobre ponle una correa

Y un bozal a pueblo pa' callar su verborrea ¿no?

Fuera, se está pidiendo un cambio a voces

Dejen de dar coces, democracia invisible que tú conoces

Y no reconoces que llevamos la razón

Porque tu mundo se va al traste y esa es la solución

Mi voz no la van a callar, no la van a esposar

Seguiré apostando fuerte, seguiré volando al frente

Mi voz no la van a callar, no la van a esposar

Seguiré apostando fuerte, seguiré volando al frente

Mi voz es la que lleva el peso

De cientos de miles de familias que no pueden más con ésto

Un tormento en vida, un callejón sin salida

Mas de un bala perdida, padres frente a policías

¿Quién camina por el sendero de tanta mentira

De tantas promesas falsas, de tanta hipocresía?

Yo no seré el que te diga que lo haces bien ¿bien?

Yo seré el que te arrastre al infierno, al que tú llamas fe

Un clavo ardiendo, ahí se agarra el pueblo

Las cosas ya no están pa dejar pasar mas el tiempo

España arderá si se sigue agrandando esto

La gente sabe lo que quiere y no es que tu llenes tu cesto, puerco

Sin miedo, así suelto mi fuego, mi rabia

No mas labias que me vendan la moto y hagan llorar a la mama

Sin escrúpulos, sin lágrimas, sin respetar canas

Sólo pensáis en el poder y vuestro mañana

Mi voz no la van a callar, no la van a esposar

Seguiré apostando fuerte, seguiré volando al frente

Mi voz no la van a callar, no la van a esposar

Seguiré apostando fuerte, seguiré volando al frente

-Thousands of people took to the streets in fifty cities in Spain,

the reason:

-Because we are not merchandise in the hands of bankers and financiers!

-Because the word “Democracy” has been prostituted

-Yesterday they called dozens of demonstrations throughout Spain

-We want to clarify that we do not support any political party

-The concentrations of the movement 15M

-This is our city and here there is a supposed freedom

A loop, the country ranks

Families get squats because work is scarce

More clockers, whatever is released

Death is on the street, all that remains is for it to be sold in pills

The strong also falters in this tide

Fall to your knees in the room

Praying to a God who doesn't do his homework

Hustlers are on the jump, embargo and to's pa' the bank

They rub their hands together, they smile, the ve'a opens

Ugly, a very ugly attitude

It's the tears of thousands of people that you beat up

The next step to the poor put a leash

And a muzzle to the people to silence their verbiage, right?

Outside, a change is being loudly requested

Stop kicking around, invisible democracy you know

And you don't recognize that we're right

Because your world is falling apart and that is the solution

They are not going to silence my voice, they are not going to handcuff it

I'll keep betting big, I'll keep flying to the front

They are not going to silence my voice, they are not going to handcuff it

I'll keep betting big, I'll keep flying to the front

My voice is the one that carries the weight

Of hundreds of thousands of families that can no longer handle this

A torment in life, a dead end

More than one stray bullet, parents in front of police

Who walks the path of so many lies

From so many false promises, from so much hypocrisy?

I will not be the one to tell you that you do well, okay?

I'll be the one to drag you to hell, which you call faith

A burning nail, that's where the town grabs

Things are no longer to let more time pass

Spain will burn if this continues to be enlarged

People know what they want and it's not that you fill your basket, pig

Without fear, so I release my fire, my rage

No more gossip that will sell me my motorcycle and make my mom cry

Without scruples, without tears, without respecting gray hair

You only think about power and your tomorrow

They are not going to silence my voice, they are not going to handcuff it

I'll keep betting big, I'll keep flying to the front

They are not going to silence my voice, they are not going to handcuff it

I'll keep betting big, I'll keep flying to the front