Your monologues are poison
Don't you see that we're not alone
Millions from pole to pole
To the sound of a single chorus
We'll march with the tone
Your rotten throne of gold
Your politics and your wealth
The hour struck, the hour struck
We won't allow anymore, anymore of your shock doctrine
The hour struck, the hour struck
The hour struck, the hour struck
The hour struck, the hour struck
The hour struck, the hour struck
No countries, only corporations
Who has more, more, more shares
Pinochetist constitution
Opus Dei law, fascist book
Coup plotter disguised as an elitist pardon
The drop falls, the stock market falls, the takeover grabs the broken machine
The street won't be silent, the street gets marked
The street doesn't shut up, that debate is on
Now they take everything, they sell everything
Everything's for profit, life, death
Like you all, Semilla, Pascuala, methods and choruses
Your monologues are poison
Don't you see that we're not alone
Millions from pole to pole
To the sound of a single chorus
We'll march with the tone
Your rotten throne of gold
Your politics and your wealth and your treasure, no
The hour struck, the hour struck
We won't allow anymore, anymore of your shock doctrine
The hour struck, the hour struck
The hour struck, the hour struck
The hour struck, the hour struck
The hour struck, the hour struck
The solution to our problem
Thousands of Chileans to the street
Mapuches, students and teachers
Demanding from the government
Blow by blow, verse by verse
With the desire and the breath
With ashes, with the fire of the present with memory
With certainty and with tearing, with the objective clear
With memory and with the history
All this laboratory that daily
All this failure, all this condemned dinosaur economic model
Everything gets criminalized, everything is justified in the news
Everything is taken, everything is trampled, everything is filed and classified
But your politics and your tactic
Your typical laugh and ethics
Your manipulated communiqué, how many were the silenced?
Cops, water cannons and batons
Cops, water cannons and tunas
Cops, guanacos don't add up
How many were those who stole the fortunes?
Your monologues are poison
Don't you see that we're not alone
Millions from pole to pole
To the sound of a single chorus
We'll march with the tone
Your rotten throne of gold
Your politics and your wealth, and your treasure, no
The hour struck, the hour struck
We won't allow anymore, anymore of your shock doctrine
The hour struck, the hour struck
The hour struck, the hour struck
The hour struck, the hour struck
The hour struck, the hour struck