¡Ay! [English translation]

Ow! Today, it smells like fear, and suddenly,

I can't hear a single dog howl.

And you feel the alert in the streets,

and the air feels tense, ow.

And ow... the silence grants, and feels heavy

when the iron speaks, ow.

And ow, ow, ow, today, when the blood gets sharpen,

the hatred will come.

Every morning I knead the bread of freedom

that I won't eat.

And if fear were a knife in my hand,

what should I do, huh?

I would throw it to the sea, forever.

Ow! Today, just as yesterday, the fear returns

and shows its fangs and you...

And you... you and a thousand fed up habits,

your voices will rise.

And ow, ow, ow... the men march calmly,

because they want to live in peace.

Every morning I knead the bread of freedom

that I won't eat.

And if fear were a knife in my hand,

what should I do?

I would throw it to the sea, forever.

And if fear were a knife in my hand,

just a knife, what should I do, huh?

I would throw it to the sea, forever.

I would throw it to the sea, forever.

I would throw it to the sea, forever.