Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Agustín Rueda, artist - Sin Dios. Date of issue: 03.04.2002
Song language: Spanish
Agustín Rueda(original) |
| Corren los años setenta |
| Años preñados de roja ilusión |
| Se lucha en las calles, barrios y fábricas |
| Y hasta en la cárcel se han organizado |
| Retumba un grito de amnistía |
| Los presos se movilizan |
| Huelgas, plantes, motines |
| Y fugas, amargan al carcelero |
| En Carabanchel han descubierto |
| Un túnel cavado con negro valor |
| Se agita el sistema y quiere venganza |
| La cárcel exige escarmiento de sangre |
| Los carceleros quieren los nombres |
| Los nombres de hombres que anhelan vivir |
| Preparan los palos y los grilletes |
| La danza de muerte ya ha comenzado |
| Han matado a Agustín Rueda |
| Su delito no claudicar |
| No denunciar a sus compañeros |
| Le ha costado su vida |
| Ya han dado la orden |
| Comienza el tormento |
| Golpean las bestias a los compañeros |
| El médico ayuda y el resto no escucha |
| Cómo se quiebran los frágiles huesos |
| Son horas de golpes, de odio de insultos |
| Son horas de vil cobarde venganza |
| Los palos buscando al revolucionario |
| La muerte encuentra al que no se doblega |
| Nunca hubo justicia |
| Contra los responsables |
| La democracia nacía |
| Con las manos manchadas de sangre |
| Han matado a Agustín Rueda |
| Su delito no claudicar |
| No denunciar a sus compañeros |
| Le ha costado su vida |
| No confiemos en su justicia |
| (translation) |
| It's the seventies |
| Years pregnant with red illusion |
| Fighting in the streets, neighborhoods and factories |
| And even in prison they have organized |
| resounds a cry of amnesty |
| Prisoners mobilize |
| Strikes, plantings, riots |
| And leaks, they embitter the jailer |
| In Carabanchel they have discovered |
| A tunnel dug with black courage |
| The system is shaken and wants revenge |
| Prison demands blood punishment |
| The jailers want the names |
| The names of men who long to live |
| They prepare the sticks and the shackles |
| The dance of death has already begun |
| They have killed Agustín Rueda |
| His crime of him not giving up |
| Do not report your colleagues |
| It has cost him his life |
| They have already given the order |
| the torment begins |
| The beasts beat the companions |
| The doctor helps and the rest do not listen |
| How brittle bones break |
| These are hours of blows, of hate, of insults |
| They are hours of vile cowardly revenge |
| The sticks looking for the revolutionary |
| Death finds the one who does not bow |
| there was never justice |
| against those responsible |
| democracy was born |
| With hands stained with blood |
| They have killed Agustín Rueda |
| His crime of him not giving up |
| Do not report your colleagues |
| It has cost him his life |
| Let's not trust their justice |