Sulamericano [English translation]

No more than that, don't fool me

'Cause I'm southamerican from Feira de Santana

Warn the american

I have no faith in Obama

Revolutionary, Guevara

He understand freedom without looking it up in the dictionary

Without looking in the dictionary, he knows freedom

Let's go, I'm tracing several plans

I'll keep humming to plan my counter attack

Fighting back, fighting back

I'm tracing several plans so I can fight back

Fighting back, fighting back

I'm tracing several plans so I can fight back

Fighting back, fighting back

I'm tracing several plans so I can fight back

Fighting back, fighting back

I'm tracing several plans

In the open veins of South America

There's fire burning in every corner

A coup d'etat to the sound of a carabine, a rifle

If justice's blind, we catch who runs away

Justice's blind (fight back)

Justice's blind (I want to fight back)

Justice's blind (I want to fight back)

Justice's blind (I want to fight back)

Inflame, inflame

No more than that, don't fool me

Inflame, inflame

This city is property of Señor Matanza

This city is property of Señor Matanza

This pot, this mine, and this land and this sea

This paramilitary, are property of Señor Matanza

This fed, this snitch and this toad, the union

And the bishop, the general are property of Señor Matanza

Good chicks and alcohol, they are under control

The school and the Monte de Piedad are property of Señor Matanza

He decides where you go, decides what you are not

Decides who pays and says who lives

And my boy they take him and go

The ones that kill, bang bang, are property of Señor Matanza

And they take my boy to the mountain

And they take my boy to the mountain

And they take my boy to the mountain

And they take my boy to the mountain

In the open veins of South America

There's fire burning in every corner

A coup d'etat to the sound of a carabine, a rifle

If justice's blind, we catch who runs away

Justice's blind (fight back)