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Martillos y Ruedas

Desde el norte al 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 limosnas a la clase obrera

Somos el modelo a seguir de las generaciones nuevas
(We got to move on, we got to move)
Las piernas de esta patria somos los martillos y la ruedas
(We got to move, we got to move)

Aún 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 cuatro por cuatro
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
Él sabe que merece más 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 limosnas a la clase obrera

Somos el modelo a seguir de las generaciones nuevas
(We got to move on, we got to move)
Las piernas de esta patria somos los martillos y la ruedas
(We got to move, 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 árboles 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 más 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 cédula" en vez de los buenos días
Igual que las arpías que para cualquier proceso
Olvidan el idioma excepto la frase ¿Cuánto hay pa' eso?

La clase más 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 limosnas a la clase obrera

Somos el modelo a seguir de las generaciones nuevas
(We got to move on, we got to move)
Las piernas de esta patria somos los martillos y la ruedas
(We got to move, we got to move)

Somos los martillos y la ruedas
(We got to move, we got to move)
Somos los martillos y la ruedas
(We got to move, we got to move)
Somos los martillos y la ruedas
(We got to move, we got to move)
Somos los martillos y la ruedas
(We got to move, we got to move)

Hammers and Wheels

From the north to the south of America
As far as my voice can reach

Sister, don't let them call you lower class, no
Lift your head as high as you can
The lower class are those who live off the people
Giving handouts 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, we got to move)

The sun hasn't risen yet, and Juan Pérez smiles on the bus
Because his two youngest kids are about to graduate
It's been a while since he bought new pants
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 magazines
His shoes look old, and he sees he doesn't get the treatment
That the old man in the four-by-four receives
Maybe because he doesn't leave such good tips
Or because he doesn't wear a tie at the restaurant
Where, by the way, the security guard who looks him up and down
Lives four blocks away and knows him from before

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

Sister, don't let them call you lower class, no
Lift your head as high as you can
The lower class are those who live off the people
Giving handouts 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, we got to move)

Sister, don't stay sitting in bed
Success won't knock on your window
Raise your fist, girl, we have to plant trees today
So our children can enjoy the shade tomorrow

Raise your sword of dignity and wisdom
Load your rights, shoot 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 farmer, 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

Instead, 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 for that?"

The lowest class are the poor in spirit
The poor in hope, in love, in desire, and in dreams
The lower class is anyone
Who wants change without even
Having done anything for their flag

Sister, don't let them call you lower class, no
Lift your head as high as you can
The lower class are those who live off the people
Giving handouts 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, we got to move)

We are the hammers and the wheels
(We got to move, we got to move)
We are the hammers and the wheels
(We got to move, we got to move)
We are the hammers and the wheels
(We got to move, we got to move)
We are the hammers and the wheels
(We got to move, we got to move)