Текст и перевод песни Los Chikos del Maiz - Los Invisibles

Los Invisibles

Hoy se ha vuelto a suicidar una persona
Justo el día en el que iba a ser desahuciada.
Mientras, el presidente del banco en cuestión
Sonríe en su mansión mientras brinda con cava
Y no pasa nada, mañana será otro día
En el que será indultado otro policía
Que golpeó a un inmigrante en comisaría
Y disparó contra el manifestante a sangre fría.

Pero en la barra del bar
El debate es si casillas debe ser titular
No están comentando nada de estallido social
Porque la realidad es que nos queda mucho por andar.

Porque la tele nos maneja
Y te dicen ama a tu país, pero odia a venezuela.
Y el pobre cree la falacia
No se dan cuenta que el pobre no tiene patria.

Pero los tiempos cambian y la clase obrera sangra.
Normal si ya hablan, normal que los ojos abran
Normal que quieran cambiar el estado que oprime
Normal que poco a poco la violencia legitimen.

Porque se está acabando el tiempo
Y el hambre no entiende de prima de riesgo
Por ello la rebeldía es un derecho
Por ello hay que gritar soberanía del pueblo
Recuperemos lo que es nuestro.
¿Qué sabra el burgués de dolor y sufrimiento?
¿Qué mierda sabrá el burgués de tener que pluriemplearse para llegar a fin de mes?
Pero nos quieren asustados, dóciles, callados, entre nosotros enfrentados.
Y en lugar de derrocar al amo, pasamos la vida luchando entre los esclavos.
Y el miedo es nuestra condena
Pero mira no hay nada que perder salvo las cadenas.

Y si hay hambre y frío no tengamos miedo
Que hay pisos vacíos
Y supermercados llenos.

Venimos de la larga noche
Los invisibles
Hombres y mujeres libres
Por nuestros abuelos
No vine a ser marginal, yo vine a saltar los cielos.
Sin miedo, sin nada que perder, no nacimos para resistir, nacimos para vencer.
Por nuestros abuelos
No vine a ser marginal yo vine a saltar los cielos.

Toma nota, siéntate y disfruta
Lo siento hater, nací sargento no recluta
Tenemos la batuta
Espíritu okupa
Quemar un cajero mola, expropiar el banco hace más pupa.
Mierda que atrapa como sayan supah
Yo recorriendo el mapa tu poniéndome la lupa
Cañete la chupa a la troika, viven de la soberanía. elena valenciano es una estupa.
Grandes falacias como utah.
Mi referente es fidel castro y el tuyo barbijaputa.
Prisa progre, vive el romance, ignacio escolar un mercenario a sueldo de pedro sánchez.

Concédeme un instante, en palestina el alto el fuego, en siria pediste tanques.
No somos principiantes.
Ejercito de replicantes que se expresa
Vía, periodismo de empresa
La democracia no es ferraz, es nacionalizar endesa.
No más presos y presas por motivos políticos
No más burgueses, no más burguesas.
Guillotina para rato y blesa.
Hartos de promesas, de príncipes, de princesas, de parásitos.
Demasiados imbéciles, anita pastor, los limpiabotas del régimen y en damasco
Yihadistas financiados en el país vasco, líderes encarcelados, como otegui, son 5 años ya joder, no nacimos para resistir, nacimos para vencer.
Y desaparecer la explotación, los cíez, los abusos
El fmi contra los pobres del mundo
Los comunes
El ibex 35 es terrorismo, que no va a quedar impune.
Venimos de la larga noche
Los invisibles
Hombres y mujeres libres
Por nuestros abuelos
No vine a ser marginal, yo vine a saltar los cielos.
Sin miedo, sin nada que perder, no nacimos para resistir, nacimos para vencer
Por nuestros abuelos.
No vine a ser marginal yo vine a saltar los cielos.

The Invisibles

Today, another person has taken their own life,
Right on the day they were going to be evicted.
Meanwhile, the president of the bank in question
Smiles in his mansion while toasting with cava.
And nothing happens, tomorrow will be another day
Where another policeman will be pardoned
Who beat an immigrant at the police station
And shot the protester in cold blood.

But at the bar counter,
The debate is whether Casillas should be the starting goalkeeper.
They're not talking about any social upheaval,
Because the reality is we have a long way to go.

Because the TV controls us
And they tell you to love your country, but hate Venezuela.
And the poor believe the fallacy,
They don't realize that the poor have no homeland.

But times are changing and the working class bleeds.
It's normal if they talk now, normal that their eyes open,
Normal that they want to change the oppressive state,
Normal that little by little they legitimize violence.

Because time is running out
And hunger doesn't understand risk premiums.
That's why rebellion is a right,
That's why we must shout for the sovereignty of the people,
Let's reclaim what is ours.
What does the bourgeois know about pain and suffering?
What the fuck does the bourgeois know about having to work multiple jobs to make ends meet?
But they want us scared, docile, silent, pitted against each other.
And instead of overthrowing the master, we spend our lives fighting among slaves.
And fear is our sentence,
But look, there's nothing to lose but our chains.

And if there's hunger and cold, let's not be afraid,
There are empty apartments
And supermarkets full.

We come from the long night,
The invisibles,
Free men and women,
For our grandparents,
I didn't come to be marginal, I came to jump over the skies.
Without fear, with nothing to lose, we weren't born to resist, we were born to win.
For our grandparents,
I didn't come to be marginal, I came to jump over the skies.

Take note, sit down and enjoy,
Sorry hater, I was born a sergeant, not a recruit,
We have the baton,
Squatter spirit,
Burning an ATM is cool, expropriating the bank hurts more.
Shit that traps like Sayan Supah,
Me traveling the map, you putting the magnifying glass on me,
Cañete sucks up to the Troika, they live off sovereignty, Elena Valenciano is a stupa,
Great fallacies like Utah,
My reference is Fidel Castro and yours is Barbijaputa.
Prisa progre, live the romance, Ignacio Escolar a mercenary in the pay of Pedro Sánchez.

Grant me a moment, in Palestine the ceasefire, in Syria you asked for tanks,
We're not beginners,
An army of replicants that expresses itself,
Via, corporate journalism,
Democracy is not Ferraz, it's nationalizing Endesa.
No more political prisoners,
No more bourgeois men, no more bourgeois women,
Guillotine for a while and Blesa,
Fed up with promises, princes, princesses, parasites,
Too many imbeciles, Anita Pastor, the bootlickers of the regime and in Damascus,
Jihadists financed in the Basque Country, leaders imprisoned, like Otegi, it's been 5 years already, damn it, we weren't born to resist, we were born to win.
And to make exploitation disappear, the Ciezs, the abuses,
The IMF against the poor of the world,
The commons,
The Ibex 35 is terrorism, which will not go unpunished.
We come from the long night,
The invisibles,
Free men and women,
For our grandparents,
I didn't come to be marginal, I came to jump over the skies.
Without fear, with nothing to lose, we weren't born to resist, we were born to win,
For our grandparents.
I didn't come to be marginal, I came to jump over the skies.