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| Caudillo | Leader |
| Empezó haciendo panfletos con consignas populares Un letrero «patria o muerte» en la pared, y el Che Guevara Defendía el capital de Carlos Marx con argumentos colosales Así lo conocí años atrás, a los dieciocho Enemigo de la radio y la canción con estribillo El entorno le ayudaba pa' engordar tantos rencores No perdía la ocasión pa' hacer valer sus argumentos de caudillo Y el futuro se asomaba con sorpresas tras la esquina Caudillo, tatúate en la piel lo que prometas Que el tiempo puede hacerte un mercenario Y ser tan solo otro falso profeta Caudillo, de la revolución a la avaricia Hay sólo un par de pasos en la brecha Cuidado y te resbalas por lo fácil Se graduó de abogado un abril y en el proceso Los ideales empezaron a sufrir reumas y achaques Reclutado en un partido liberal, fue diputado en el congreso Su oratoria se hizo experta en la mentira y el debate Yo lo vi haciendo graffitis «patria o muerte» donde quiera Yo era el flaco con guitarra, no sé bien si se recuerde Se ve raro con corbata Ferragamo y Louis Vuitton en la cartera Que fácil se acomodan los ideales a capricho Caudillo, hoy silbas las canciones de la radio El Che ya no es la foto en tu castillo Hoy eres de ti mismo el mercenario Caudillo, se te olvidó tatuarte las promesas ¿A dónde fue el muchacho solidario Que dividiría el pan que hubo en su mesa? Hay manifestación frente al palacio de gobierno El tipo en el balcón presidencial Se le parece a aquel muchacho |
He began by making pamphlets with popular slogans A “fatherland or death” sign on the wall, and Che Guevara He used to defend Karl Marx's capital with fantastic arguments That's how I met him years ago, at eighteen Enemy of radio and songs with a chorus The environment helped him to gain many grudges He did not miss an opportunity to assert his leader's arguments And the future loomed with surprises around the corner Leader, tattoo what you are promising on your skin Time could turn you into a mercenary And be just another false prophet Leader, of the ‘greed’ revolution There are only a few steps into the breach Take care and you slip up so easily He graduated as a lawyer one April and in the process His ideals began to suffer from rheumatism and ailments Recruited into a liberal party, he was a representative in Congress His speech became an expert in lying and debate I saw him doing “fatherland or death” graffiti wherever he wanted I was the weakling with a guitar, I do not really know if he remembers He seems strange in a Ferragamo tie and Louis Vuitton on his briefcase How easily ideals are adjusted on a whim Leader, today you whistle the songs on the radio El Che is no longer the photo in your castle Today you yourself are the mercenary Leader, you forgot to tattoo the promises Where did the supportive(?) boy go That would share the bread that was on his table? There is a demonstration outside the government palace The guy on the presidential balcony Looks like that boy |