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Martillos & Ruedas

Desde el norte del sur de América, hasta donde alcance
Mi voz
Hermano no te dejes decir clase baja no!
Levanta tu frente tan alto como puedas,
La clase baja son esos que viven del pueblo,
Dando limosna a la clase obrera.
Somos el modelo a seguir de las generaciones nueva
(We got to move on we got to move)
Las piernas de esta patria somos los martillos y la ruedas
(We got to move on we got to move)
Aun no amanece y Juan Pérez sonríe en el bus
Pues están a punto de graduarse sus dos muchachos menores
Desde hace tiempo que no compra pantalones nuevos
Y su único apego es la monotonía de sus labores
Juan Pérez como otros señores a simple vista
No se parece ni un poco a los pingüinos de revista,
Se notan viejos sus zapatos y ve que no le dan el trato
Que recibe el viejo del 4x4
Quizá porque no deja tan buenas propinas
O porque no usa corbata en el restaurante,
Donde por cierto el vigilante que lo ve de abajo arriba
Vive a cuatro esquina y lo conoce de antes
A diario Juan vende diarios en las busetas
Mientras trata de tocarse las orejas con los labios
El sabe que merece mas de lo que gana
Pero no se va a quedar en su cama esperando un cambio
Hermano no te dejes decir clase baja no!
Levanta tu frente tan alto como puedas,
La clase baja son esos que viven del pueblo,
Dando limosna a la clase obrera.
Somos el modelo a seguir de las generaciones nueva
(We got to move on we got to move)
Las piernas de esta patria somos los martillos y la ruedas
(We got to move on we got to move)
Hermano no te quedes sentado en la cama
Que el éxito no va a tocarte la ventana,
Sube el puño pana que hay que sembrar arboles hoy
Para que nuestros hijos gocen de la sombra mañana
Levanta tu espada de la dignidad y sapiencia
Carga tus derechos, dispara tu fusil de conciencia
Ya que es la ignorancia la que hace a los pueblos pobres
Y los hombres de rodillas son mas rodillas que hombres
Juan Pérez es el campesino, el profesor,
El de la bodega, el heladero, cualquier con valor,
Juan Pérez el estudiante el agricultor
El periodista, la madre soltera o el madrugador
En cambio la clase baja es la policía
Que te dice: quieto y cedula en vez de los buenos días
Igual que las arpías que para cualquier proceso
Olvidan el idioma excepto la frase "cuanto hay pa eso"
La clase mas baja son los pobres de empeño, los pobres de
Esperanzas, de amor, de ganas y de sueño
La clase baja es cualquiera
Que quiera un cambio sin siquiera
Haber hecho algo por su bandera
Hermano no te dejes decir clase baja no!
Levanta tu frente tan alto como puedas,
La clase baja son esos que viven del pueblo,
Dando limosna a la clase obrera.
Somos el modelo a seguir de las generaciones nueva
(We got to move on we got to move)
Las piernas de esta patria somos los martillos y la ruedas
(We got to move on we got to move)

Hammers & Wheels

From the North of South America, as far as my voice can reach
My voice
Brother, don't let them call you lower class, no!
Raise your head as high as you can,
The lower class are those who live off the people,
Giving alms to the working class.
We are the role models for the new generations
(We got to move on we got to move)
The legs of this nation, we are the hammers and the wheels
(We got to move on we got to move)
The sun hasn't risen yet, and Juan Pérez smiles on the bus
Because his two youngest boys are about to graduate
He hasn't bought new pants in a long time
And his only attachment is the monotony of his work
Juan Pérez, like other gentlemen at first glance,
Doesn't look anything like the penguins in the magazines,
His shoes look old and he sees that he doesn't get the treatment
That the old man in the 4x4 receives
Maybe because he doesn't leave such good tips
Or because he doesn't wear a tie in the restaurant,
Where, by the way, the guard who looks him up and down
Lives four blocks away and has known him for a while
Every day Juan sells newspapers on the buses
While trying to touch his ears with his lips
He knows he deserves more than he earns
But he's not going to stay in bed waiting for a change
Brother, don't let them call you lower class, no!
Raise your head as high as you can,
The lower class are those who live off the people,
Giving alms to the working class.
We are the role models for the new generations
(We got to move on we got to move)
The legs of this nation, we are the hammers and the wheels
(We got to move on we got to move)
Brother, don't stay sitting in bed
Success is not going to knock on your window,
Raise your fist, buddy, we have to plant trees today
So that our children can enjoy the shade tomorrow
Raise your sword of dignity and wisdom
Load your rights, fire your rifle of conscience
Since it is ignorance that makes people poor
And men on their knees are more knees than men
Juan Pérez is the peasant, the teacher,
The one from the corner store, the ice cream man, anyone with courage,
Juan Pérez the student, the farmer
The journalist, the single mother or the early riser
On the other hand, the lower class is the police
Who tells you: stop and ID instead of good morning
Just like the harpies who for any process
Forget the language except for the phrase "how much is there for that"
The lowest class are the poor in commitment, the poor in
Hope, love, desire and dream
The lower class is anyone
Who wants a change without even
Having done something for their flag
Brother, don't let them call you lower class, no!
Raise your head as high as you can,
The lower class are those who live off the people,
Giving alms to the working class.
We are the role models for the new generations
(We got to move on we got to move)
The legs of this nation, we are the hammers and the wheels
(We got to move on we got to move)