Primavera del 87 - La Fuga

Fue un d­a gris, alguien cayі,

Trajes con galones ahora vienen a por ti

Vaya vergјenza, maderos aqu­

En un pueblo noble que sіlo quiere vivir

Todos unidos para defender nuestros trabajos

O no habrЎ nada que comer

Corazones en vilo, se apaga tu ilusiіn

Silencio en las calles, Reinosa llorі

ЎCorre, defiende tu pan!

Hoy te lo quieren quitar

ЎLucha por tu libertad!

La que tanto te ense±aron amar

Sangre de trabajadores cobrando una venganza

Un cuerpo estЎ en la acera, la muerte la amenaza

Mientras ellos, en sus despachos, borrachos de poder

Se lavan las manos y ensucian la verdad

Hoy tu, once a±os despu (c)s,

Son casi las seis, paso lento, vas a trabajar

La nieve casi no te deja ver la fЎbrica al pasar

Y aprietas los dientes porque sabes la verdad,

Sabes que tu amigo ya no estЎ, ahora quien va a llorar,

Ahora quien va a llorar

It was a gray day, someone fell,

Suits with stripes are now coming for you

What a shame, logs here

In a noble town that only wants to live

All united to defend our jobs

Or there will be nothing to eat

Hearts in suspense, your illusion is extinguished

Silence in the streets, Reinosa cried

Run, defend your bread!

Today they want to take it away from you

Fight for your freedom!

The one that they taught you so much to love

Blood of workers taking revenge

A body is on the sidewalk, death the threat

While they, in their offices, drunk with power

They wash their hands and dirty the truth

Today you, eleven years later,

It's almost six o'clock, slow pace, you go to work

The snow almost does not let you see the factory when passing

And you clench your teeth because you know the truth,

You know that your friend is no longer, now who is going to cry,

Now who is going to cry