Indioilarraren antzera, dihoaz esamesaka
Beraien egia zabaltzen eta beste guztiak sinesten
Zapi zuri baten atzean gorrotoa eta beldurra ezkutatzen
Gezurrak, eguneroko ogia
Gezurrak, agintearen eskuetan
Gezurrak, buru hustuketa hutsa
Gezurrak, bakearen usoaren atzean
Komunikazio bideekin bonbardatzen gaituzte
Geure buruak hustu arte, gudarako makinak nahi dituzte
Inungo kexarik ez dituztenak, hau al da gure etorkizuna, bah
Gezurrak, eguneroko ogia
Gezurrak, agintearen eskuetan
Gezurrak, buru hustuketa hutsa
Gezurrak, bakearen usoaren atzean
M: Peio, Aitor, H: Aitor
MENTIRAS (1992)
Como el pavo real, andan regodeandose
Difundiendo su verdad, mientras todos les creen
Tras un trapo blanco esconden odio y miedo
Mentiras, el pan de cada día
Mentiras, en manos del poder
Mentiras, lavado de cerebro
Mentiras, tras la paloma de la paz
Nos bombardean con los medios de comunicación
Hasta vaciar nuestros cerebros,
quieren máquinas de guerra que no tengan quejas
Es este nuestro futuro, bah
Mentiras, el pan de cada día
Mentiras, en manos del poder
Mentiras, lavado de cerebro
Mentiras, tras la paloma de la paz
ЛЪЖИ (1992)
Като пауни вървят надувайки се,
разпространявайки своята истина, докато всички им вярват.
Зад бял парцал крият ненавист и страх.
Лъжи, ежедневният хляб
Лъжи, в ръцете на властта.
Лъжи, промиване на мозъци
Лъжи, след гълъба на мира.
Бомбандират ни с медиите за комуникации,
докато опразнят нашите мозъци.
Искат машини за война, които не се оплакват.
Това е нашето бъдеще.
Лъжи, ежедневният хляб
Лъжи, в ръцете на властта.
Лъжи, промиване на мозъци,
Лъжи, след гълъба на мира.
MENSONGES (1992)
Comme le paon, ils se délectent
Répandant leur verité, alors que tous y croient
Ils cachent leur haine et leur peur sous un chiffon blanc
Mensonges, le pain de chaque jour
Mensonges, dans le mains du pouvoir
Mensonges, lavage de cerveau
Mensonges, sous la colombe de la paix
Bombardés par les médias
Jusqu'à vider nos cerveaux,
ils veulent de machines pour faire la guerre qui n'ont pas de plaintes
C'est ça notre avenir, bah
Mensonges, le pain de chaque jour
Mensonges, dans le mains du pouvoir
Mensonges, lavage de cerveau
Mensonges, sous la colombe de la paix
LIES (1992)
Like the peacock, they walk gloating
Spreading the truth, while everyone believes them
Behind a white cloth they hide hatred and fear
Lies, the daily bread
Lies in the hands of power
Lies, brainwashing
Lies, after the dove of peace
We are bombarded with the mass media
To empty our brains,
They want war machines that have no complaints
Is this our future, bah
Lies, the daily bread
Lies in the hands of power
Lies, brainwashing
Lies, after the dove of peace
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