Mal Sacate

Mr. money man, I know youve had your way
And I know the way youre winning
And that bloody hand youre holding
Aint no bargain at the price you had to pay
You have stolen all the land that you can steal
And you killed so many heroes
But the dreams they left behind them
Aint as easy as a man to blow away
And they say, «el mal sacate ni el fuego lo quema»
And los mexicanos dicen, «cosa mala nunca muere»
Dont you know?
The fire dont burn a bad weed boy
And a bad thing never dies
Like the bad weeds growing wild around
The broken wounded body of el salvador
They killed so many heroes
Like zapata (presente!) and fonseca (presente!)
And sandino (presente!) and guevarra (presente!)
And allende (presente!) and aquino (presente!)
And steve biko (presente!)
But they can never kill the human spirit
Not in nicaragua !
And they say, «el mal sacate ni el fuego lo quema»
And los mexicanos dicen, «cosa mala nunca muere»
Dont you know?
Aiiiiiaiiiaiiiiii nicaragua !
Aiiiiiaiiiaiiiiii sandinista !