A woman must be pretty
A woman must be silent
You look at it, you touch it
And she doesn't say anything.
I suddenly felt something
It arrived through my back
It shook me, loud voices
So angry
Handkerchief in hand to name
Every missing woman
Every lonely dead woman
For whom we did nothing
Fists high, this does not go on
We will not shut up, we are here, present.
We make your old ways crumble.
Women are rebelling
Men don't know what to do
All the arrows in movement
The rules are made up again
Women are rebelling
Men don't know what to do
All the arrows in movement
The rules are made up again
Being a father is not that hard
Being a brother
Being my man
It's time for you to start listening to us
Don't try to tell this story
My present and my past
With this voice
I will narrate it today
Handkerchief in hand to name
Every missing woman
Every lonely absent woman
For whom we did nothing
The dead women will not come
Listen to me closely, they will never come back
We will carve their names in your statue now
Women are rebelling
Men don't know what to do
All the arrows in movement
The rules are made up again
Women are rebelling
Men don't know what to do
All the arrows in movement
The rules are made up again
This goes for my grandmother
This goes for my mother
This goes for my sister
This goes for my daughter
This goes for my shadow
This goes for Rosario
This goes for Elena
This goes for my dead women
This goes for the dreams
That went away
This goes for life
For making them
For the ones that are coming
For the ones that were
This goes for telling it
All again