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Juntos Y Separados

Mi país es una herida abierta al sur del mundo
Solo estamos juntos a la hora del fútbol
Mi país es una herida abierta al sur del mundo
Solo estamos juntos a la hora del fútbol

Correcto es lo corrupto en este campo
Más que gente somos producto de un patriotismo de foto
Dicen que no es para tanto, que es lo justo
Construir futuro pisoteando al otro

Piensas diferente, te insulto, te segrego, te maltrato
Miedo a la incertidumbre me volvió fanático
Bala pal campesino, pal estudiante sin pretexto
De ahí meto cuento pa' que sea terruko

Praxis del tío Vladi pa' que viva tranqui, más Pizarro que Yupanqui
Mira mi DNI
Mi cerebro está clean por el asedio de los medios tanta noticia falsa
a la que le doy click
Más yankee que wayki a pesar de mis raíces
Porque mi billetera basta pa' yo que te pise 1.05

Pilsen y corpus christi pa' las crisis
Difícil que ya no me idioticen
No somos libres, sí felices

Alpiste pa' los giles,
Aquí nos dirige el business
Más allá de crímenes
Es vil, men
Líderes o títeres
De quienes impiden
La voz de miles
por sus propios intereses

A merced del Mercedes, otros de sed muéranse
El agua viene con mercurio y se vuelve cáncer
Aquí el que reclama termina con el forense
Y no sale en la TV porque no quieren que te enteres

Mi país es una herida abierta al sur del mundo
Solo estamos juntos a la hora del fútbol

Mente cerrada en la señal abierta
El sueño americano es pesadilla pa' la selva
Dictadura del capital no es derecha ni izquierda
Reclamó por la educacion y hoy ya no despierta

Es verdad que inyectan pereza pa' que no cruces la puerta
"Solo importo yo. mis viajes, mi jama, mis prendas "
Y una larga fila de etcéteras
que solo tienen valor por silenciar la conciencia

Se arrastran las palabras Cortazar contra Arguedas
Donde se mira de arriba al que hace arte nacido entre piedras.
Caminante, no hay camino pero tu mantente alerta
mi país se dice libre mientras besa sus cadenas.

Somos contradicción, se percibe en el rechazo; me lo sopló Palma
Aquí el que más estudió, más fácil que te da la espalda.
Paternalismo hecho labor social, triste amalgama.
Antes de la pandemia ya tomábamos distancia
Somos diferentes en el nombre de las cuentas bancarias

Bajo este cielo gris, la materia gris no se usa,
No priman muertes indígenas
Mientras la materia prima se va pa' China y USA

Together and Apart

My country is an open wound in the south of the world, love
We're only together when it's football time, darling
My country is an open wound in the south of the world, sweetheart
We're only together when it's football time, honey

Corruption is the norm in this field, my dear
More than people, we're a product of photo-op patriotism, beautiful
They say it's not that bad, that it's just, my love
Building a future by stepping on others, gorgeous

You think different, I insult, segregate, and mistreat you, sweetheart
Fear of uncertainty made me a fanatic, my dear
Bullets for the peasant, for the student without pretext, my love
Then I make up a story so he's a terrorist, darling

Uncle Vladi's praxis so he can live easy, more Pizarro than Yupanqui, honey
Look at my ID, beautiful
My brain is clean from the media siege, so much fake news, my love
that I click on, gorgeous
More Yankee than Wayki despite my roots, sweetheart
Because my wallet is enough for me to step on you 1.05, my dear

Pilsen and Corpus Christi for the crises, my love
It's hard for them to not idiotize me anymore, darling
We're not free, but we're happy, honey

Birdseed for the fools, beautiful
Here we're run by business, my love
Beyond crimes, gorgeous
It's vile, man, sweetheart
Leaders or puppets, my dear
Of those who silence, my love
The voices of thousands, darling
for their own interests, honey

At the mercy of the Mercedes, let others die of thirst, beautiful
The water comes with mercury and turns into cancer, my love
Here, whoever complains ends up with the coroner, gorgeous
And it doesn't show up on TV because they don't want you to know, sweetheart

My country is an open wound in the south of the world, my dear
We're only together when it's football time, my love

Closed mind on broadcast TV, darling
The American dream is a nightmare for the jungle, honey
The dictatorship of capital is neither right nor left, beautiful
He complained about education and now he's no longer awake, my love

It's true they inject laziness so you don't cross the door, gorgeous
"Only I matter, my trips, my weed, my clothes," sweetheart
And a long list of etceteras, my dear
that only have value for silencing conscience, my love

Cortazar's words crawl against Arguedas, darling
Where you look down on the one who makes art born among stones, honey
Traveler, there is no path, but stay alert, beautiful
My country calls itself free while kissing its chains, my love

We are a contradiction, it is perceived in the rejection; Palma whispered it to me, gorgeous
Here, the more educated you are, the easier it is for you to turn your back, sweetheart
Paternalism made social work, a sad amalgam, my dear
We were already distancing ourselves before the pandemic, my love
We are different in the name of bank accounts, darling

Under this gray sky, gray matter is not used, honey
Indigenous deaths don't matter, beautiful
While the raw material goes to China and the USA, my love