Yo Acuso - Reincidentes

Yo le llamo terrorista

Al que da al trabajador

Las migajas por sudor

Las mentiras, y si no

Te jodes igual, hay muchos detrás

Yo le llamo terrorista

Al contertulio de salon

Que en la tribuna de opinion

Vendido al ultimo postor

Apunta a quien no se deja engañar

Ellos solo quieren ver su paz, ya esta bien

La paz que eterniza su chupar del poder

Tachan de violento al que ya no puede mas

Yo le llamo terrorista

Al gobierno liberal

A su legitimidad

Su prepotencia y vanidad

Que huele a anteayer y no quiere ocultar

Yo le llamo terrorista

Al coronel y al general

Su honor y su fidelidad

Su patria y su tradicion

Que en el fondo del mar estarian mejor

No dejan que pase informacion sin control

Sueltan a los perros al que no se arrodilla

Hay algo que tiene que explotar en sus manos

No es la suya pero es libertad, libertad…

Yo le llamo terrorista

Al aparato policial

Su puta entrega criminal

Su sadismo y corrupcion

A sus victimas y su superior

Yo le llamo terrorista

Al prelado y su manjar

A sus empresas y su fe

Diabolica bendicion

Que quiero evitar y no puede ser

Todo esto nos lleva al mismo fin.

A pensar

Que estamos encadenados por puta escoria

No vais a poderme encasillar, ni callar

Ni me tachen de maleducao

Solo es odio…

Solo es odio…

I call him a terrorist

To the one who gives to the worker

crumbs from sweat

The lies, and if not

You fuck yourself the same, there are many behind

I call him a terrorist

To the roommate

That in the tribune of opinion

Sold to the last bidder

It points to those who are not fooled

They just want to see your peace, that's fine

The peace that eternalizes its sucking of power

They brand as violent the one who can no longer

I call him a terrorist

To the liberal government

to its legitimacy

His arrogance and vanity

That smells like the day before yesterday and doesn't want to hide

I call him a terrorist

To the colonel and the general

His honor and his fidelity

Your homeland and your tradition

That at the bottom of the sea they would be better

They do not let information pass without control

They release the dogs to the one who does not kneel

There is something that has to explode in your hands

It is not yours but it is freedom, freedom...

I call him a terrorist

to the police apparatus

Your fucking criminal delivery

His sadism and corruption

To his victims and his superior

I call him a terrorist

To the prelate and his delicacy

To your companies and your faith

diabolical blessing

What I want to avoid and it cannot be

All this leads us to the same end.

To think

That we are chained by fucking scum

You are not going to be able to pigeonhole me, or shut up

Don't even call me rude

It's just hate...

It's just hate...