Lyrics of Senderos de Gloria - Los Chikos Del Maiz, KASE.O

Senderos de Gloria - Los Chikos Del Maiz, KASE.O
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Date of issue: 03.10.2019
Song language: Spanish

Senderos de Gloria

(original)
Otra guerra por el coltán
El petroleo, el litio, el cobre
Y otra guerra contra el enemigo interno, el pobre
El general de risas con el capitalista
Fiesta en el despacho de los contratistas
Borrachos, ebrios de poder, llaman al periodista
Muchachos, en precario informarán de forma ambigua
Otra guerra imperialista
El general se forra y el soldado se santigua
Otra lista negra, otro artista que se vende
Otra vez el más débil, victima del supremacista (Ajá)
Y en el recuerdo Allende
Ni la mujer ni la tierra son territorio de conquista
Labaristas, trileros, mercenarios de la información
Psicópatas dementes
Articulistas, mensajeros del patrón
Nunca reclutan marines en los barrios pudientes
Aquí tenemos trayectoria y caracteres
Estos senderos de gloria dejarán flow no cadáveres
Honestidad, disciplina en nuestros haberes
La Mazorka, Doble V, no somos crew, somos cárteles
Cárceles llenas de pobres fijando estándares
Dejando cráteres como meteoritos
Lo siento chico, tu tienes los medios, nosotros el trono
Nega, Toni, Javi a los mandos de la Nostromo
Y es que ciegos nos tienen
Mudos nos quieren
Nadie los vigila y nada los detiene
Hablan de justicia, libertad y democracia
Pero los gobiernos son mafia
Y es que ciegos nos tienen
Mudos nos quieren
Nadie los vigila y nada los detiene
Hablan de justicia, libertad y democracia
Pero los gobiernos son mafia
Llegan bien armados a países lejanos
Tras vender el relato de que existe un tirano
El pueblo es engañado, impuesto destinado a armamento pesado
Criminales financiados por el Congreso y el Senado
Respaldados por la prensa que miente
Que vende como amenazados los valores de occidente
Campañas, indecentes para alistarse al frente
Siempre muere el hijo del pobre y no el del presidente
Terratenientes, jefazos multinacionales
Necesitan baratos los recursos naturales
Y no les quita el sueño si generan sufrimiento
En nuestro móvil hay restos de sangre de congoleños
(Tras el saqueo) Johnny guardó su fusil
(Dejando al pueblo) Sumido en la guerra civil
Con un presidente vil y afín
Que permita seguir explotando sin tener que estar allí
Inestabilidad, empujan a familias con niños pequeños
A escapar a través del mar
En busca del sueño europeo, pero ante el deseo
Solo encuentran tiroteos, racismos o naufragar
Y la sangría que no cesa
Ya no son victimas, solo cifras
Pequeños recortes de prensa
Si hay un atentado en tierra occidental
Un nuevo estado habrá que señalar
Y vuelta a empezar
Y es que ciegos nos tienen
Mudos nos quieren
Nadie los vigila y nada los detiene
Hablan de justicia, libertad y democracia
Pero los gobiernos son mafia
Y es que ciegos nos tienen
Mudos nos quieren
Nadie los vigila y nada los detiene
Hablan de justicia y democracia
Pero los gobiernos son mafia
Tú me vendaste los ojos
Tu seguridad mundial manda niños al hospital
A veces sólo encuentran trozos o despojos rojos
Aunque no se publique en la versión oficial
Y aunque no se critique, y aunque no se investigue
Y aunque no se persiga al ejército criminal
Se percibe el declive
Y aunque no se castigue por vacío legal
O porque la ley nunca es para el que la escribe
Dices que el pueblo decide de qué información dispone
Para decidir como la consiguen
Entre drogas, porno, fútbol (A todas horas)
(Prensa rosa) desfiles de moda
Nadie quiere ver como torturan a los prisioneros indefensos
Como rematan a tiros a los heridos
Como bombardean hospitales y templos
Nadie quiere ver, nadie puede ver el crimen cometido
Y es que ciegos nos tienen
Mudos nos quieren
Nadie los vigila y nada los detiene
Hablan de justicia, libertad y democracia
Pero los gobiernos son mafia
Y es que ciegos nos tienen
Mudos nos quieren
Nadie los vigila y nada los detiene
Hablan de justicia y democracia
Pero los gobiernos son mafia
(translation)
Another war for coltan
Oil, lithium, copper
And another war against the internal enemy, the poor
The laughing general with the capitalist
Party in the office of the contractors
Drunk, drunk with power, they call the journalist
Guys, in precarious they will report ambiguously
another imperialist war
The general is rich and the soldier crosses himself
Another blacklist, another artist being sold
Again the weakest, victim of the supremacist (Aha)
And in Allende's memory
Neither the woman nor the land are territory of conquest
Labaristas, trileros, information mercenaries
insane psychopaths
Columnists, messengers of the boss
They never recruit marines in affluent neighborhoods
Here we have trajectory and characters
These trails of glory will leave flow not corpses
Honesty, discipline in our assets
La Mazorka, Doble V, we are not a crew, we are cartels
Jails full of poor setting standards
Leaving craters like meteorites
Sorry boy, you have the means, we have the throne
Nega, Toni, Javi at the controls of the Nostromo
And it is that they have us blind
Mute they want us
Nobody watches them and nothing stops them
They talk about justice, freedom and democracy
But governments are mafia
And it is that they have us blind
Mute they want us
Nobody watches them and nothing stops them
They talk about justice, freedom and democracy
But governments are mafia
They arrive well armed to distant countries
After selling the story that there is a tyrant
The people are cheated, tax earmarked for heavy weaponry
Criminals funded by Congress and the Senate
Backed by the press that lies
That sells the values ​​of the West as threatened
Campaigns, indecent to enlist to the front
The poor man's son always dies and not the president's
Landowners, multinational bosses
They need cheap natural resources
And it doesn't keep them awake at night if they cause suffering
In our mobile there are traces of Congolese blood
(After the looting) Johnny put away his rifle
(Leaving the town) Plunged into civil war
With a vile and kindred president
That allows to continue exploding without having to be there
Instability, push families with young children
To escape across the sea
In search of the European dream, but before the desire
They only find shootings, racism or shipwreck
And the bleeding that doesn't stop
They are no longer victims, only figures
Little press clippings
If there is an attack on western soil
A new state will have to be noted
and start over
And it is that they have us blind
Mute they want us
Nobody watches them and nothing stops them
They talk about justice, freedom and democracy
But governments are mafia
And it is that they have us blind
Mute they want us
Nobody watches them and nothing stops them
They talk about justice and democracy
But governments are mafia
you blindfolded me
Your world security sends children to the hospital
Sometimes they only find red pieces or offal
Although not published in the official version
And although it is not criticized, and although it is not investigated
And even if the criminal army is not persecuted
The decline is perceived
And although it is not punished for legal vacuum
Or because the law is never for the one who writes it
You say that the people decide what information they have
To decide how they get it
Between drugs, porn, soccer (At all hours)
(pink press) fashion shows
No one wants to see defenseless prisoners being tortured
How they finish off the wounded
How they bomb hospitals and temples
No one wants to see, no one can see the crime committed
And it is that they have us blind
Mute they want us
Nobody watches them and nothing stops them
They talk about justice, freedom and democracy
But governments are mafia
And it is that they have us blind
Mute they want us
Nobody watches them and nothing stops them
They talk about justice and democracy
But governments are mafia
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