Lyrics

[Lobo Gris]

Rage Against The Machine - Guerrilla Radio

Transmission of a third world third rounf
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
Ain’t no shelter if you’re looking for shade
I lick shots at a brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On the truth devoured
A sillent play in a shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera’s eye on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or fot the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
A spectale monopolized
They hold the reins and stole your eyes
The fistagons bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above fuck it cut the cord

Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up

Contact I highacked the frequencies
Blockin’ the beltway
Move on dc
Way past the days of bombin’ mc’s
Sound off mumia guan be free
Who gottern yo check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile
An army of pigs try to silence my style
Off em all out that box it’s my radio dial

Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up

It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than now
All hell can’t stop us now


Nobuo Uematsu - Liberi Fatali (Fated Children)

Ingles :

Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec

Wake from your sleep, my children
The childhood years are gone
Wake from your sleep, fated children
Your rest is gone

Arise!
Search!

Discover the true garden
The garden of vernal truth

Fiery truth
Burn the evil of the world
Fiery truth
Light the darkness of the world

Prevail, children
In the fated days

Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec


Latin (Original) :


Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec

Excitate vos e somno, liberi mei
Cuna e sunt non
Excitate vos e somno, liberi fatali
Somnus est non

Surgite!
Invenite!

Veni hortum veritatis
Horti verna veritatis

Ardente veritate
Urite mala mundi
Ardente veritate
Incendite tenebras mundi

Valete, liberi
Diebus fatalibus

Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec