1. |
Kobane
09:01
|
|
||
|
Bajo el Sol abrasador no solo arde su piel.
Seres de segunda, mercancía barata, desprecio y repulsa, huele a carne quemada.
Huellas en la arena, no se borran.
Disparos, rompen la calma.
Mujeres en tierra de hombres,
Suenan iguales sus armas,
La noche estrellada las protege,
Toman con fuerza sus vidas.
Plantan cara al destino,
No luchan ni mueren por mitos,
Nadie les dijo que pudieran volar,
Destrozan con fuerza sus yugos.
Tierra manchada de sangre, noches plagadas de fuego.
Cosificadas, desposeídas, crece su odio, crece su rabia.
Silencio, roto por gritos.
Codo a codo, combatiendo la tragedia,
Condenadas al nacer, condenadas a cazar.
Valientes milicianas, lucha interna, lucha armada,
Apoyo mutuo y alegría, son sus mejores armas.
Hombro con hombro, cara tapada.
Hombro con hombro, fusil en la espalda.
Hombro con hombro, pasión y decisión.
Hombro con hombro, rastro de llamas.
Con sus cadenas estrangularon al eterno opresor.
Ingobernables, abrazaron la eterna insurrección.
Huellas en la arena, no se borran.
Disparos, rompen la calma.
Tales fueron sus lágrimas que apagaron las llamas del infierno.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[ENG]
Under the scorching Sun, not only their skin burns.
Second-class beings, cheap goods, contempt and repulse, smells like burnt flesh.
Footprints in the sand, aren’t erased.
Firing breaks the calm.
Women in men’s land,
Their weapons sound equal.
The starry night protects them,
They grab their lives with strength.
They face their fate,
Don’t fight or die for myths,
No one told them they could fly,
They destroy their yokes with power.
Land stained with blood, nights covered with fire.
Commodified, deprived, their hate grows, their anger grows,
Silence, broken by screams.
Side by side, fighting the tragedy,
Damned from birth, bound to hunt.
Brave militiawomen, internal struggle, armed struggle,
Mutual support and happiness are their best weapons.
Shoulder to shoulder, face covered.
Shoulder to shoulder, rifle on the back.
Shoulder to shoulder, passion and decision.
Shoulder to shoulder, trail of flames.
With their chains, they strangled their eternal oppressor.
Ungovernable, they embraced eternal uprising.
Footprints in the sand aren’t erased.
Firing breaks the calm.
Their tears were such that they put out the flames from hell.
|
||||
BUTRÖN Barcelona, Spain
Butrön are:
Sergio - Drums
Pablo - Guitar
Lluís - Bass
Guillem - Vocals
If you like BUTRÖN, you may also like:
Productive Disruption
by Deaf Club
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jan 7, 2022
go to album
The Wait (Killing Joke cover)
by Deaf Club
Deaf Club eschew their usual harsh grind MO for moodier textures on this Killing Joke cover, benefiting Fair Fight through 1/4/2021.
go to album
Stern, herky-jerk post-punk that recalls Huggy Bear and Kleenex fills the new EP from this London group.
go to album
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments.
go to album
Sinister Feeling
by Sinister Feeling
featured on Bandcamp Radio Mar 29, 2024
go to album
This Is All We Ever Get
by SPACED
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet.
go to album
A massive compilation of Washington DC duo Teen Mortgage's fuzzed out, propulsive garage punk singles and EPs.
go to album
