Translation of the song lyrics Yo Acuso - Reincidentes

Yo Acuso (original)

Yo le llamo terrorista
Al que da al trabajador
Las migajas por sudor
Las mentiras, y si no
Te jodes igual, hay muchos detrás
Yo le llamo terrorista
Al contertulio de salon
Que en la tribuna de opinion
Vendido al ultimo postor
Apunta a quien no se deja engañar
Ellos solo quieren ver su paz, ya esta bien
La paz que eterniza su chupar del poder
Tachan de violento al que ya no puede mas
Yo le llamo terrorista
Al gobierno liberal
A su legitimidad
Su prepotencia y vanidad
Que huele a anteayer y no quiere ocultar
Yo le llamo terrorista
Al coronel y al general
Su honor y su fidelidad
Su patria y su tradicion
Que en el fondo del mar estarian mejor
No dejan que pase informacion sin control
Sueltan a los perros al que no se arrodilla
Hay algo que tiene que explotar en sus manos
No es la suya pero es libertad, libertad…
Yo le llamo terrorista
Al aparato policial
Su puta entrega criminal
Su sadismo y corrupcion
A sus victimas y su superior
Yo le llamo terrorista
Al prelado y su manjar
A sus empresas y su fe
Diabolica bendicion
Que quiero evitar y no puede ser
Todo esto nos lleva al mismo fin.
A pensar
Que estamos encadenados por puta escoria
No vais a poderme encasillar, ni callar
Ni me tachen de maleducao
Solo es odio…
Solo es odio…

Yo Acuso (translation)

I call him a terrorist
To the one who gives to the worker
crumbs from sweat
The lies, and if not
You fuck yourself the same, there are many behind
I call him a terrorist
To the roommate
That in the tribune of opinion
Sold to the last bidder
It points to those who are not fooled
They just want to see your peace, that's fine
The peace that eternalizes its sucking of power
They brand as violent the one who can no longer
I call him a terrorist
To the liberal government
to its legitimacy
His arrogance and vanity
That smells like the day before yesterday and doesn't want to hide
I call him a terrorist
To the colonel and the general
His honor and his fidelity
Your homeland and your tradition
That at the bottom of the sea they would be better
They do not let information pass without control
They release the dogs to the one who does not kneel
There is something that has to explode in your hands
It is not yours but it is freedom, freedom...
I call him a terrorist
to the police apparatus
Your fucking criminal delivery
His sadism and corruption
To his victims and his superior
I call him a terrorist
To the prelate and his delicacy
To your companies and your faith
diabolical blessing
What I want to avoid and it cannot be
All this leads us to the same end.
To think
That we are chained by fucking scum
You are not going to be able to pigeonhole me, or shut up
Don't even call me rude
It's just hate...
It's just hate...