Rostros Negados

Lights, camera new democracy but there’s millions left for dead – history
Now the cute little Indian tourist attraction’s saying “Basta Ya!”, it’s time for action
In a quiet town you’d never know of the battle in this place seven years ago
Well they remember those who fought with a rebel dignity that could not be bought
Masks cover faces but not the pride of the ones who could never be pacified
Kids grow up fast and they don’t forget the age old struggle ain’t finished yet

Through the jungle valleys there’s a ghost who rides
They say the old guerrilla never really died
They’ll never catch him though many have tried

They told us how the uprising began, how the landlords shat a brick and ran
Stolen lands now occupied, rightful owners working side by side
Soldiers storm through the conflict zone but the companeros know they’re not alone
Their words find an echo in distant streets, there’s millions beside them on their feet

Through the jungle valleys there’s a ghost who rides
They say the old guerrilla never really died
They’ll never catch him though many have tried

El pueblo olvidado, su rostro negado, jamas sera callado
Zapata vive, la lucha sigue aqui nadie se rinde

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