Lyrics and translation Ricardo Abarca - Como Dedos en un Puño

Como Dedos en un Puño

¡Oye! Las fibras del loto permanecen unidas
Aun cuando se rompen sus raíces.
Aunque lo intenten, nadie puede separarnos.
Somos amigos, estamos unidos, por siempre.
Como semillas, como granos
Nos quieren disgregar y nos lanzan
Nos dispersan, nos alejan caprichosamente
Nos separan, nos dividen y no entienden
Que cuando caemos en la tierra
Nuestras raíces se aferran,
Se entrelazan en las profundidades,
Para crecer de a millares
Y repetirnos en paisajes
No nos matan los tenaces
No nos cortan con sus filos
Estamos al abrigo
De la multitud, de la masa,
Y nos sentimos en casa
Cuando estamos heridos
No sabemos de descansos
Ni de vacaciones
Preferimos emociones
Preferimos la lucha
Preferimos hacer frente, descaradamente.

Somos madeja
Somos colmena
Somos la argamasa
Somos el grito que ensordece
Somos la piel que se estremece
Somos la raza
Somos como dedos en un puño
(BAM BAM)
Perforamos corazas
(BAM BAM)
Caminamos unidos
Y aún no ha nacido
El que pueda gritar
Que nos ha vencido.

(UH!)
Nos quieren descuartizar (¿AH?)
Sí, como al Inca con caballos (NAAA)
Pero la lección ya aprendimos (DE UNA!)
No somos dos, somos cien brazos (UH!)
Estamos vacunados contra la viruela
Y los espejitos que se los queden sus abuelas
Porque es tarde para los recién venidos
Y aún es temprano para la victoria
Este camino es largo y conduce a la gloria
Pero nos estorban los falsos profetas
Las recetas que se leen de una lista
Los regímenes, las revoluciones
Las mentiras y sus mutaciones
No tenemos salvadores,
Ni mitos, ni panteones
A los que rendirles tributo
Tan solo guardamos luto
Por la estupidez ajena
Tan solo un minuto
Al final de cuentas
Somos herencia de un artesano
Somos la gerencia, nosotros mandamos
Somos pegamento, cemento armado
Somos lo que se le antoje a nuestras manos

Somos madeja
Somos colmena
Somos la argamasa
Somos el grito que ensordece
Somos la piel que se estremece
Somos la raza
Somos como dedos en un puño
(BAM BAM)
Perforamos corazas
(BAM BAM)
Caminamos unidos
Y aún no ha nacido
El que pueda gritar
Que nos ha vencido.
UH! (BAM BAM) (BAM BAM)
UH! (BAM BAM) (BAM BAM)

Like Fingers in a Fist

Hey! The lotus' fibers remain united
Even when their roots are broken.
Even if they try, no one can separate us.
We are friends, we are united, forever.
Like seeds, like grains
They want to break us apart and throw us
They disperse us, they distance us capriciously
They separate us, they divide us and they don't understand
That when we fall into the earth
Our roots take hold,
They intertwine themselves in the depths,
To grow by the thousands
And repeat ourselves in landscapes
They don't kill us with their tenacity
They don't cut us with their edges
We are sheltered
From the multitude, from the masses,
And we feel at home
When we are wounded
We don't know about rest
Or vacations
We prefer emotions
We prefer the fight
We prefer to face it, shamelessly.

We are a skein
We are a beehive
We are the mortar
We are the deafening scream
We are the skin that shivers
We are the race
We are like fingers in a fist
(BAM BAM)
We pierce armor
(BAM BAM)
We walk together
And he who can shout
That he has defeated us
Has yet to be born.

(UH!)
They want to dismember us (HUH?)
Yes, like the Inca with horses (NAAA)
But we have already learned the lesson (OF COURSE!)
We are not two, we are a hundred arms (UH!)
We are vaccinated against smallpox
And their little mirrors, their grandmothers can keep them
Because it is too late for the newcomers
And it is still too early for victory
This road is long and leads to glory
But false prophets stand in our way
The recipes that are read from a list
The regimes, the revolutions
The lies and their mutations
We have no saviors,
Nor myths, nor pantheons
To whom we would pay homage
We only mourn
For the stupidity of others
For only a moment
At the end
We are the legacy of an artisan
We are the management, we are in charge
We are glue, reinforced cement
We are whatever our hands desire

We are a skein
We are a beehive
We are the mortar
We are the deafening scream
We are the skin that shivers
We are the race
We are like fingers in a fist
(BAM BAM)
We pierce armor
(BAM BAM)
We walk together
And he who can shout
That he has defeated us
Has yet to be born.
UH! (BAM BAM) (BAM BAM)
UH! (BAM BAM) (BAM BAM)