posted by O GarcíaXanO García on 21

Rap I:

You know we dream awake and standing / my people is below and I have faith in them / have a tea or have a coffee / listen to the insurgent poetry coming from the everyday talk, haaaaaa, popular knowledge / you’re the light, you’re intelligence without studying / I feel the disdain lingering over us for centuries / and I believe in you / goddamnit! / music is my medicine in this grey climate of grey resigned minds polluting the human part of humanity / that’s why I believe in you: the ordinary humanists! / you’re hope rebelling / filling the air with solace / I believe in you, I believe in people such as Xosé Reigosa, defender of our shores.

Scratches:

(Our shore is not for sale / Let’s save Monteferro)

Rap I (2nd Part):

Either I say it in verse or in prose / part of my People is in the mass grave / and they conceal our history at school, our own history / the history of the defeated / do we walk without memory? / do we despise ourselves? / And the official history is proud because we’ve been tamed / but I say no / You’re source of life! / Rebel women conquering rights / Women, men and other  flames / women tired of suffering so much pain. / So much pain.

Chorus:

You’re below and standing / we’re below and standing / we’re standing, aren’t we?

You’re below and standing (you know we dream awake and standing)

We’re below and standing (my people are below and I have faith in them)

Are we standing (or else?)

You’re below and standing / we’re below and standing / we’re standing

Rap II:

Such as Xosé Tarrío’s mother, Pastora, a great woman and a fighter / against the dungeons of a State which keeps torturing as they did in the dictatorship / such as many, many anonymous people / who’ll never be honoured with a statue or a sculpture / for the higher ups we’re trash / numbers, scum, speechless mass / but rhythm and poetry are a bomb exploding in your face / like a stray bullet from a mara in Guatemala City / Tegucigalpa resists!, like Managua / San Salvador, Hip Hop, father and creator / of new colourful worlds for the people drowning in the squalor generated by capital / that’s why rebel Rap is everywhere, in Taiwan and Senegal / this sound is tough and raw as steelworkers are / this is gonna end badly, with banks burning in every city / we dream awake and standing of a world where no one is our boss / where we are not, like Zapatistas in occupied farms, taken back from the landlords / self-governing! / like the storming of Isla Zapatera in Nicaragua / in a ship crowded with Sandinista peasants / and with Antón Iglesias from Noia perspiring dignity and fight / we really crave for this kind / in this Fourth World War, like the Monchos who were and those who are and will be / you’re hope rebelling / filling the air with solace / you know we dream awake and standing / my people are below and I have faith in them, indeed, always!

Scratches:

(…)

Chorus:

You’re below and standing / we’re below and standing / we’re standing, aren’t we?

You’re below and standing (you know we dream awake and standing)

We’re below and standing (my people are below and I have faith in them)

Are we standing (or else?)

You’re below and standing / we’re below and standing / we’re standing.

 

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