La madre y la hermana lloran, sin consuelo, a un costado del cajón. Ese, de madera barata, que el municipio les cedió. Para que el barrio pudiera llorar al pibe al que la fuga se le termino Una tarde en una plaza cuando la yuta lo cruzo. Quedate quieto pendejo, que sino, no la contás, Repetía el ratti mientras apuntaba con la 9 a la cabeza. Mientras otro ortiva le pisaba la espalda, para que no se mueva. Las lágrimas se mezclaban con la tierra boca abajo. Pensó en su madre que esperaba en casa con el mismo guiso de ayer, Ablandado con agua tibia para volverlo a comer. Ese mismo que otra vez no alcanzaría para los siete hermanos. Ese que se pagaba con changas miserables. Los ortivas ya lo tenían marcado porque un día dijo que no. Cansado de robar para la gorra, a veces, hasta a los mismos vecinos, Entonces en un descampado lo crucificaron entre balas Los mismos hijos de puta que miran quien entra y sale de la puerta del velatorio ------ LYRICS IN ENGLISH----- LIKE THE BULLET THAT DROWNS IN BLOOD The mother and sister cry, without consolation, on the side of the box. That one, made of cheap wood, that the municipality gave them. So that the neighborhood could cry the kid whose escape ended One afternoon in a square when the police caught him "Don't move asshole, otherwise you won't be able to tell anyone anything" The pig repeated, while pointing the 9 millimeter at the head. while another ortiba stepped on his back so he wouldn't move the tears mixed with the ground upside down He thought of his mother who was waiting at home with the same stew from yesterday, softened with warm water, so that it would be edible again. the same one that again would not be enough for his seven brothers that one that was paid with miserable odd jobs The pigs already had him marked, because one day he said: no. Tired of stealing for the police, sometimes even from his own neighbors, Then, in an badland, he was crucified him between bullets By the same sons of bitches who watch who enters and leaves at the door of the wake

Amaneciendo con las manos precintadas Es el autofinanciamiento operativo La colonización de la cocaína Detrás del pozo negro de lavado de activos Tres tiros en la espalda es lo que te darán Tres tiros en la espalda en un basural El comisario sonríe sin ningún pudor Frente a las cámaras de la televisión “ya estamos rastrillando todo el área” Y lavándole las manos al señor gobernador (Estribillo) Cruzando balas al aire, y vos entre cuatro paredes Aun podes estar viviendo dentro del Área 113 (Solo) Lo que te darán: tres tiros en la espalda En un basural: tres tiros en la espalda Lo que te darán: tres tiros en la espalda En un basural: tres tiros en la espalda ------LYRICS IN ENGLISH----- BLACK FEET Waking up with sealed hands It is operational self-financing The colonization of cocaine Behind the cesspool of money laundering Three shots in the back is what they'll get you Three shots in the back in a garbage dump The commissioner smiles without any shame In front of the television cameras “We are already raking the entire area” And washing the governor's hands (Chorus) Crossing bullets in the air, and you between four walls You may still be living within Area 113 * (solo) What they will give you: three shots in the back In a garbage dump: three shots in the back What they will give you: three shots in the back In a garbage dump: three shots in the back *Area 113 was a part of the repressive Circuit known as “Circuito Camps” in the last military dictatorship of Argentina in the period of 1976-1983, That circuit is named after Ramón Juan Alberto Camps Ramón Juan Alberto Camps, a brigadier general of the Argentine Army, influenced by Action française of charles amurras, and a admirer of third reich Schutzstaffel, who was sentenced to prison for crimes against humanity and dismissed from his military rank. he was in charge of the Police of the province of Buenos Aires and in 1977 he was head of the Argentine Federal Police. He had under his direction several of the clandestine detention centers located in the province of buenos aires, especially in area 113 ...... It is an area that included the districts of La Plata, Brandsen, General Paz and Monte, where there was student and worker mobilization and it was brutally liquidated.

Los especuladores se frotan las manos Hay rifa en la compraventa de monedas Tironean el mercado negro de divisas Y desarticulan los ingresos fijos de la clase obrera ¡¿Cuando fue que la argentina se volvió la república de Weimar?! Las fuerzas económicas se volvieron incontrolables, magistral jugada de la jefa La genuflexión a los kioscos posmodernos Las facultades extraordinarias a Sergio Massa La capitulación como bandera Sentaron a un inútil en el sillón de Rivadavia ------LYRICS IN ENGLISH------- WEIMAR REPUBLIC the speculators are rubbing their hands there is a raffle in the purchase and sale of currencies they pull the black currency market and dismantle the permanent incomes of the working class ¿When did Argentina become the Weimar Republic?! The economic forces became uncontrollable, a masterful move by the boss* genuflection to postmodern kiosks extraordinary powers to sergio massa capitulation as a flag They sat a useless person in the Rivadavia chair *"The boss" refers to the nickname given her militants, of the Vice President and former president Cristina Fernandez de Kirchner, who, as long as his party wins the elections, he left the limelight to evade a political, media and judicial campaign against her, and installed the useless, limp and coward Alberto Fernandez as president... who capitulated throughout his presidency to the right-wing forces of civil society and the speculators of financial capital that parasitize devaluations and inflation in our economy, and gave them a channel through otherness to crystallize opposition in political forces linked to the alt-right that could set the nation's political agenda in the inmediate-future

pagas para que te exploten pagas para trabajar pagas para que te roben pagas para sobrevivir ahora el sueño adolescente ha sido sepultado en los escombros de la explotacion capitalista mira como transforman tu sangre coagulada en cuentas secretas de empresas fantasma ¿para que sirvieron tus años de capacitacion? estaban engordando al cerdo para su deglucion hoy cotiza alto tu preciada juventud estamos en el sistema para democratizar tu esclavitud es tu desesperacion: la que sustenta mi patrimonio es tu desesperacion: la que sostiene las bases de este imperio es tu desesperacion: la que te lleva a ponerte mis cadenas es tu desesperacion: la que te obliga a arrodillarte ante mi empresa pagas para que te exploten pagas para trabajar pagas para que te roben pagas para sobrevivir ahora a tu destino hemos puesto intermediario "poné la mano de obra y te conseguimos trabajo" como ayer eran los negros africanos vendidos como siervos para servir a los blancos hoy todo el sistema se recicla a si mismo y ante el oprobio que genera el capitalismo las propias empresas lanzan rastreadores para sustentar sus explotadoras corporaciones es tu clase social: la que busca acomodarte en mi regazo es tu clase social: la que desborda las arcas de mi capital sin declarar es tu clase social: la que se deja ahorcar por mis ambiciones es tu clase social: la que me vende a sus hijos y yo transformo en peones --------LYRICS IN ENGLISH-------- EMPLOY AGENCIES you pay to be exploited you pay to work you pay to be robbed you pay to survive now the teenage dream has been buried in the rubble of capitalist exploitation See how they transform your clotted blood in secret accounts of shell companies What were your years of training for? They were fattening the pig for its swallowing. Today your precious youth rates high we are in the system to democratize your slavery It is your despair: what sustains my heritage It is your desperation: what supports the foundations of this empire It is your desperation: what leads you to put on my chains It is your desperation: what forces you to kneel in front of my company you pay to be exploited you pay to work you pay to be robbed you pay to survive Now we have put an intermediary at your destination "you proide the workforce and we'll get you a job" like yesterday the black africans were sold as serfs to serve the whites Today the entire system recycles itself and in the face of the opprobrium that capitalism generates companies themselves launch sniffer dogs to support their exploitative corporations It is your social class: the one that seeks to accommodate you in my lap It is your social class: the one that overflows the coffers of my underclared capital It is your social class: the one that allows itself to be hanged by my ambitions It is your social class: the one who sells me her children and I transform them into laborers

El asialmiento nos iba a a hacer mejores "mas humanos, menos individuales" pero parece que el barco se hunde y se estan matando por los salvavidas y al final parece que vivir no solo cuesta vida y en changas miserables se pierden tus dias y no tendras ni hospitales ni cloacas pero peor seria "que gobierne la derecha" te dicen, mientras te dan las boletas para votar al proximo que te va a matar de hambre ------LYRICS IN ENGLISH----- SOCIAL DISTANCING Settlement was going to make us better "more human, less individualistic" but it seems like the ship is sinking and they are killing themselves for the life jackets and in the end it seems that living does not only cost life* and in miserable jobs your days are lost and you will have neither hospitals nor sewers but would be worse "if the far right is ruling us" that's what they tell you, while they give you the ballots to vote for the next person who is going to starve you to death *its a tongue in cheek pun that refers to a phrase from the song "ropa sucia" by the very popular Argentine rock band called "patricio rey y los redonditos de ricota" that says "living only costs life"

Resignemos el dolor que nos hastía y el hastío que nos quema sometidos a un plan condor que, aun hoy dia, delimita el presente Somos un eslabon en la cadena del dominio Acusandonos entre pobres de ser el propio enemigo Somos los descartes del sueño americano naufragando sin salir del sufrimiento Sufrimiento x4 --------LYRICS IN ENGLISH-------- SUFFERING Let us resign the pain that bores us and the boredom that burns us subjected to the Operation condor* that, even today, delimits the present We are a link in the chain of dominance while we, poor people, accuse ourselves of being our own enemy We are the discards of the American dream shipwrecked without leaving the suffering Suffering x4 *Operation Condor was a United States-backed campaign of political repression and state terrorism, involving intelligence operations, CIA-backed coups, as well as assassinations of left-wing and socialist leaders in South America.