Brutal Cueca
From beyond the sea
The murderers arrived
Crosses, swords and plagues
Brought in their caravels
Their objective was clear
They didn't come to evangelize
They came to conquer everything
With violence in the name of Christ
Imposing culture
More riches for the crowns
More spilled human blood
Filling their boats with gold
Dyeing the rivers red
But stealing the continent
Was not enough
Millions of dead natives
Were not enough
(Y ellos se dijeron a sí mismos
Como si fuera una burla
Traigámosles la civilización
Y nos trajeron la civilización
Y ellos dijeron vistámoslos como a nosotros
Y nos vistieron con sus ropas
Y nos bautizaron en el nombre de Jesús
Y nos enseñaron a temerle al Señor todopoderoso
Mediante la fuerza y la tortura)
And they beat us to death
And they broke our bones
And broke our spirits
And they kept our heads down
And they humiliated us and mistreated us
And we became the lower class
In our own land
They made us forget our language
And imposed their culture on us
And now year after year we celebrate the day
When we became independent from the crown
Wearing their clothes
And dancing their dances
To the sound of the...
Brutal cueca
And we forget the past
Because it is easier to forget
But the spilled blood still stains our mother earth
Furious blood of brave men and women
Who never bowed their heads
Keeping their culture until the end
(Nuestras raíces no han muerto
No han desaparecido, estamos vivos)
The murderers arrived
Crosses, swords and plagues
Brought in their caravels
Their objective was clear
They didn't come to evangelize
They came to conquer everything
With violence in the name of Christ
Imposing culture
More riches for the crowns
More spilled human blood
Filling their boats with gold
Dyeing the rivers red
But stealing the continent
Was not enough
Millions of dead natives
Were not enough
(Y ellos se dijeron a sí mismos
Como si fuera una burla
Traigámosles la civilización
Y nos trajeron la civilización
Y ellos dijeron vistámoslos como a nosotros
Y nos vistieron con sus ropas
Y nos bautizaron en el nombre de Jesús
Y nos enseñaron a temerle al Señor todopoderoso
Mediante la fuerza y la tortura)
And they beat us to death
And they broke our bones
And broke our spirits
And they kept our heads down
And they humiliated us and mistreated us
And we became the lower class
In our own land
They made us forget our language
And imposed their culture on us
And now year after year we celebrate the day
When we became independent from the crown
Wearing their clothes
And dancing their dances
To the sound of the...
Brutal cueca
And we forget the past
Because it is easier to forget
But the spilled blood still stains our mother earth
Furious blood of brave men and women
Who never bowed their heads
Keeping their culture until the end
(Nuestras raíces no han muerto
No han desaparecido, estamos vivos)
Credits
Writer(s): Amarú Vincent Fenoutt, Roberto Argus Fenoutt
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