Neofatxes globals [English translation]

Watch how they go:

Lords since forever.

It's evident, by looking at their backs

That they have never had to work hard.

Watch how they go:

They are the old cavern,

But with new masks

So they can continue mismanaging it all!

Now, they are more refined than their parents

And they disguise themselves behind feathers from Harvard

But, if they come into power:

Goodbye Proust, goodbye Brecht...

Watch how they go:

They are the old Spain from always;

The one of ancient shadows

That are now resuscitating...

Watch how they go:

Conceited and arrogant...

It's their goodbye to the shame

Over the sins of their parents.

For power, which keeps them so happy,

They don't need military uprisings anymore...

Now they win their seats in Parliament

Without the thundering of cannons!

And meanwhile, in the Gangrene-union

The Mandarins become agitated:

Milord, if a fascist hanging at the back

Manages to cause grief,

We shall present them as saints

Of democracy.

Now, you can see with what beatings

They are thanking us!

They wear the trousers,

We're wearing the knickers;

They are 'toreadors',

We're the bull's horns!

And now, what can we do? Where should we go?

We have no flags left!

And, how are people going to believe us

If we turn back...?

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Watch how they go:

The same old Neo-fascists,

Neo-fascists forever...

Global Neo-fascists!

See what we're doing:

Fattening up gangsters,

Pushing this disaster forward

Until the day when... Ah!