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Rebel, Troublemaker And Revolutionary

Callejeros

Rebelde, Agitador y Revolucionario

Hoy me sacrifican como cerdo
Por no estar de acuerdo
Con conservas y militares
Por no querer altares de oro y sangre

Me acusan de rebelde, agitador y revolucionario
Por no pensar lo mismo y decirlo
Que los que abusan de mi gente a diario

Cae el agua desde el cielo
Solo un mar de desconsuelo
Se hace eterno este silencio
Lleno de real desolación

Mi madre me llamó Jesús
Y hoy mi pueblo me llora en la cruz
Pero al haber un día, todo cambiará
Habrá una iglesia que comprenderá
Al reprimido y no al represor
Y será honesta como lo fui yo
O tal vez no, o tal vez no
O tal vez no, o tal vez no
O tal vez no

La espina ya está clavada
No hay perdón para el que aplasta
Contando una sola historia
A los que no encuentran solución

Mi madre me llamó Jesús
Y hoy mi pueblo me llora en la cruz
Pero al haber un día, todo cambiará
Habrá una iglesia que comprenderá
Al reprimido y no al represor
Y será honesta como lo fui yo
O tal vez no, o tal vez no
O tal vez no, o tal vez no
O tal vez no

Rebel, Troublemaker And Revolutionary

Today they sacrifice me like a pig
For not agreeing
With conservatives and military
For not wanting altars of gold and blood

They accuse me of being a rebel, troublemaker, and revolutionary
For not thinking the same and saying it
As those who abuse my people daily

The water falls from the sky
Just a sea of sorrow
This silence becomes eternal
Full of real desolation

My mother called me Jesus
And today my people cry for me on the cross
But one day, everything will change
There will be a church that will understand
The oppressed and not the oppressor
And it will be honest like I was
Or maybe not, or maybe not
Or maybe not, or maybe not
Or maybe not

The thorn is already stuck
There is no forgiveness for the one who crushes
Telling only one story
To those who can't find a solution

My mother called me Jesus
And today my people cry for me on the cross
But one day, everything will change
There will be a church that will understand
The oppressed and not the oppressor
And it will be honest like I was
Or maybe not, or maybe not
Or maybe not, or maybe not
Or maybe not

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