Repression (version anglaise)

First time I heard the word, it made me aware
Blow from behind, it came from nowhere
Acting without reason they protect if from defeat
Requested by an ally called the champion of peace
Always advancing death's rotten stench
With her claws squeezing life from the future of men
Automatic guns replace the legendary scythe
Jailer and torturer, her army by her side
Re-pres-sion, re-pre-ssion

I'm on a road that leads to no place
In a circus with the clowns no paint on their face (repression)
Like an armored tank eyes pointing to the front
I really want to know, I want reassurance (repression)
If you lose your memory in a bar you must
Beware of the stranger smiling in the dark
And sharping the blade of your intention
On his face one expression to justify his actions
Re-pres-sion, re-pre-ssion

In the vomit of the torture hall (re-pre-ssion)
Masked eyes, backs against the wall (re-pre-ssion)
Slaughtered children under military rules (re-pre-ssion)
Stadiums of Chile where you pray like a fool (re-pre-ssion)
Re-pres-sion, re-pre-ssion, re-pres-sion, re-pre-ssion, re-pres-sion, re-pre-ssion, re-pres-sion, re-pre-ssion !