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Martillos y ruedas by Canserbero (original lyric)
Desde el norte del sur de América, hasta donde alcance
mi voz
CORO:
Hermano no te dejes decir clase baja no!
levanta tu frente tan alto como puedas,
la clase baja son esos que viven del pueblo,
dando limosna a la clase obrera.
somos el modelo a seguir de las generaciones nueva
(we got to move on we got to move)
las piernas de esta patria somos los martillos y la ruedas
(we got to move on we got to move)
Aun no amanece y Juan Pérez sonríe en el bus
pues están a punto de graduarse sus dos muchachos menores
desde hace tiempo que no compra pantalones nuevos
y su único apego es la monotonía de sus labores
Juan Pérez como otros señores a simple vista
no se parece ni un poco a los pingüinos de revista,
se notan viejos sus zapatos y ve que no le dan el trato
que recibe el viejo del 4x4
quizá porque no deja tan buenas propinas
o porque no usa corbata en el restaurante,
donde por cierto el vigilante que lo ve de abajo arriba
vive a cuatro esquina y lo conoce de antes
A diario Juan vende diarios en las busetas
mientras trata de tocarse las orejas con los labios
el sabe que merece mas de lo que gana
pero no se va a quedar en su cama esperando un cambio
CORO:
Hermano no te dejes decir clase baja no!
levanta tu frente tan alto como puedas,
la clase baja son esos que viven del pueblo,
dando limosna a la clase obrera.
somos el modelo a seguir de las generaciones nueva
(we got to move on we got to move)
las piernas de esta patria somos los martillos y la ruedas
(we got to move on we got to move)
Hermano no te quedes sentado en la cama
que el éxito no va a tocarte la ventana,
sube el puño pana que hay que sembrar arboles hoy
para que nuestros hijos gocen de la sombra mañana
Levanta tu espada de la dignidad y sapiencia
carga tus derechos, dispara tu fusil de conciencia
ya que es la ignorancia la que hace a los pueblos pobres
y los hombres de rodillas son mas rodillas que hombres
Juan Pérez es el campesino, el profesor,
el de la bodega, el heladero, cualquier con valor,
Juan Pérez el estudiante el agricultor
el periodista, la madre soltera o el madrugador
En cambio la clase baja es la policía
que te dice: quieto y cedula en vez de los buenos días
igual que las arpías que para cualquier proceso
olvidan el idioma excepto la frase 'cuanto hay pa eso'
la clase mas baja son los pobres de empeño, los pobres de
esperanzas, de amor, de ganas y de sueño
la clase baja es cualquiera
que quiera un cambio sin siquiera
haber hecho algo por su bandera
CORO
Hermano no te dejes decir clase baja no!
levanta tu frente tan alto como puedas,
la clase baja son esos que viven del pueblo,
dando limosna a la clase obrera.
somos el modelo a seguir de las generaciones nueva
(we got to move on we got to move)
las piernas de esta patria somos los martillos y la ruedas
(we got to move on we got to move)
Martillos y ruedas by Canserbero (english translation)
From the north of South America, to where it reaches
my voice
CHORUS:
Brother do not let yourself say low class no!
raise your forehead as high as you can,
the lower class are those who live from the town,
giving alms to the working class.
we are the next generation model to follow
(we got to move on we got to move)
the legs of this country are the hammers and wheels
(we got to move on we got to move)
Not yet dawn and Juan Pérez smiles on the bus
they are about to graduate their two younger boys
He has not bought new pants for a long time
and his only attachment is the monotony of his labors
Juan Pérez like other gentlemen at a glance
it does not look like a bit of magazine penguins,
his shoes are old and he sees that they do not give him the deal
that the old man receives from the 4x4
maybe because he does not leave such good tips
or because he does not wear a tie in the restaurant,
where by the way the watchman who sees it from below up
lives at four corner and knows him from before
Every day Juan sells newspapers in the buses
while trying to touch her ears with her lips
He knows he deserves more than he earns
but he is not going to stay in his bed waiting for a change
CHORUS:
Brother do not let yourself say low class no!
raise your forehead as high as you can,
the lower class are those who live from the town,
giving alms to the working class.
we are the next generation model to follow
(we got to move on we got to move)
the legs of this country are the hammers and wheels
(we got to move on we got to move)
Brother do not stay sitting on the bed
that success is not going to touch the window,
raise the corduroy fist that you have to plant trees today
so that our children enjoy the shade tomorrow
Raise your sword of dignity and wisdom
charge your rights, shoot your rifle of conscience
since it is ignorance that makes poor people
and men on their knees are more knees than men
Juan Pérez is the peasant, the professor,
the one in the cellar, the ice cream man, any with value,
Juan Pérez the student the farmer
the journalist, the single mother or the early riser
On the other hand, the lower class is the police
that says: quiet and cedula instead of good morning
just like the harpies that for any process
they forget the language except the phrase 'how much is there'
the lowest class are the poor of pawn, the poor of
hopes, of love, of desire and of dream
the lower class is anyone
I want a change without even
have done something for your flag
CHORUS
Brother do not let yourself say low class no!
raise your forehead as high as you can,
the lower class are those who live from the town,
giving alms to the working class.
we are the next generation model to follow
(we got to move on we got to move)
the legs of this country are the hammers and wheels
(we got to move on we got to move)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)
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