Lyrics of Al Asalto - Reincidentes

Al Asalto (original)

Un día más, sin dar un palo al agua
Nada que hacer, ni dónde, ni cómo, ni cuánto
Decrepitud, para eso no me levanto
Tengo inquietud, zozobra y desencanto
Indolente, sin ocupación
Sin futuro, cero direccion
Impotente, te sientes estafao
Sin un duro, estás indignao
No aguanto más, ahora salgo pa la calle
Pa protestar, ya todo está que arde
Vaya mogollon, una chispa para que estalle
Se arma el follón, menos vale nunca que tarde
Al infierno, esto va a cambiar
A por ellos, colectividad
Por justicia, vamos a ganar
Construyendo, legitimidad
Resistir no es sucumbir al atropello, oh no
Reaccionar con rabia no sólo es un derecho, oh no
Sabes que es verdad, que nunca robaron con tanta impunidad
Sabes que es veraz, que nos han quitado lo que tanto costó lograr
No sé qué le pasa al mundo
Sin movimiento yo me fundo
Sin ton ni son, la mani me sabe a poco
Explótalo, tanta paz me vuelve loco
Me cago en dios, ya no es hora de lamentos
Vamos a por to, va a llegar el momento
Al ataque, el combate empieza ya
Al acecho, más agresividad
Al asalto, que nadie quede atrás
Embistiendo… Guillotina ya!
Resistir no es sucumbir al atropello, oh no
Reaccionar con furia no sólo es un derecho, oh no
Cómo puede ser que no me caliente a punto de explotar!
¡Cómo puede ser que no me reinvente la felicidad!
Deshauciar a los banqueros y al degúello, qué bien
Y colgar a los políticos comprados por el cuello, qué bien

(translation)

One more day, without giving a stick to the water
Nothing to do, or where, or how, or how much
Decrepitude, that's why I don't get up
I have restlessness, anxiety and disenchantment
Indolent, without occupation
No future, zero direction
Powerless, you feel cheated
Without a penny, you're outraged
I can't take it anymore, now I go out on the street
To protest, everything is already on fire
Go mogollon, a spark to explode
The mess is armed, never is better than late
To hell, this is going to change
Go for them, community
For justice, we will win
Building, legitimacy
Resisting is not succumbing to the outrage, oh no
Reacting with rage is not only a right, oh no
You know it's true, that they never stole with such impunity
You know it's true, that what we worked so hard to achieve has been taken from us
I don't know what's wrong with the world
Without movement I melt
Without rhyme or reason, the mani knows me little
Exploit it, so much peace drives me crazy
I shit on god, it's not time for regrets
Let's go for it, the time will come
When attacking, the fight begins now
On the prowl, more aggressiveness
To the assault, leave no one behind
Charging… Guillotine now!
Resisting is not succumbing to the outrage, oh no
Reacting furiously is not only a right, oh no
How can it be that I am not heated to the point of exploding!
How can it be that I don't reinvent happiness!
Evict the bankers and slit their throats, great
And hang bought politicians by the neck, how nice