It wasn't you who spoke of freedom
As one speaks of a wild night in brothels
It wasn't you who
Dragged the nation into darkness
But you enjoy playing the luminaries
It wasn't you who are men of strength
Perhaps because surrounded by a bunch of idiots
It wasn't you who waved the tricolor
Like in a curve and that's enough to feel patriotic
It wasn't you or your parliament
Of idolaters ready to do anything for an audience
It wasn't you who buy votes with propaganda
But you never pay the consequence
It wasn't you who hold in your fingers
The rosary of polls hoping it will refresh you
It wasn't you who solve the drama of the unemployed
By going to the salons to play the acrobats

It wasn't you (you you you)
It wasn't you (you you you)
It wasn't you (you you you)
It wasn't you (you you you)

It wasn't you, executioner men in uniform
Who kill detainees with beatings
It wasn't you with the boots
On unarmed faces kicked
Like bags of garbage
It wasn't you who send your children to the front
Like a carcass from a hyena that strips it
It wasn't you who fold the flags
On the coffins to put to sleep any sense of guilt
It wasn't you, damned unprepared hangmen
Always looking for an enemy for the fight
It wasn't you who would burn like witches
The immigrants except to worship the one in the cave
It wasn't you with the bust of the leader on the desks
And the constitution under your feet
It wasn't you who deserve to be ripped out
Like weeds from your seats

It wasn't you (you you you)
It wasn't you (you you you)
It wasn't you (you you you)
It wasn't you (you you you)

It wasn't you who toast with the blood
Of those who try to shed light on your dark lives
It wasn't you who would like to give voice
To party newspapers silent as graves
It wasn't you who make tailor-made laws
Like a pair of underwear depending on the genitals
It wasn't you who treat those who criticize you
Like a stray dog to cut the vocal cords
It wasn't you, servants, who have rented
Costumes of sovereigns with undeserved money
It's you brethren of a lodge that rests
On the value of the privileged like you
Who call the mafiosi heroes
And who call the corrupt pious
And each of you, implicated in all sorts of crime
Stares at the magistrate and then swears to God
It wasn't me (me me me)
It wasn't me (me me me)
It wasn't me (me me me)
It wasn't me (me me me)

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