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In the depths of the waters the scum lies

resting in impetuous anarchy

but the lands cannot breathe purified

for venom still obstructs arteries.

A nation of a left-wing consciousness

and of a will of nothingness arises

unjust throats claiming in deceit and forgetfulness

for secret hands have blinded the eyes.

A weak liar democracy muzzling the voice of one side

new generations thrown into eternal rancor

just bars and hate to the bold defenders of the State

an ungrateful scorn to the victors of the land.

Now a young anger grows at this mass media activism

it is time to illuminate with fire the wicked lies

time to reivindicate the spurned leaders of the past

time to make the right bell roar again.

Thirty thousand - I laugh at them

thirty thousand - I laugh at HIJOS

thirty thousand - I laugh at the Mothers

thirty thousand - I laugh at them.