Anger when they laugh satisfied
after buying their rights
Anger whn they play the moralists
and start chasing the artists
Anger when in broad daylight
they take their hypocresy for a walk
Anger of the fierce, of mine,
anger that can be recited
For those who take what is ours
with the glove of concealing
For who handle the strings
of the general puppet
For who loaded the cards
and always receives the best one
With the ace of spades he rules us
and with the ace of clubs he hits and hits and hits
March! One, two...
I can't see
so much organized lie
without answering with hoarse voice
my anger
my anger
Anger because they kill shamelessly
but nothing remains clear ever
Anger because the the robber steals
but the businessman steals too
Anger because everything is forbidden
even what I do anyway
Anger because they don't accept bail
if the hope is incarcerated
The ones who rule have this world
very rotten and divided in two
Because of their seize of conquering
by force or explotation
Anger because whenever they want
they cut my hair for no reason,
it's better to have the loose hair
than having freedom with hair gel
March! One, two...
I can't see
so much organized lie
without answering with hoarse voice
my anger
my anger
Anger without fussils or bombs
Anger with a peace sign
Anger that also means hope
March of anger and faith...