Lowkey - Iraq2Chile (Martyrs of Hope) lyrics

This is for the martyrs
Of hope reaching, yearning
Extending their arms towards
A freedom which they
Never quite reach in their lives
This is for you

Neoliberalism kills people
The burden of business
Believe me you never heard a verse
As urgent as this is
Merciless merky mercenaries merge with
Merchants of mischief murder wishes
Kill dreams and hopes and disturb the infants
It's not about Joker, metro tickets
And WhatsApp it's about the gap between have
Lots and do not haves
Your fake bomb detectors can't stop that
Embezzle billions in the name of
A non-existent social contract
Analysis to feet hanging
Dangling from the leg
Still staggering from expired gas
Canisters in the head
It's not about pity, hands out or sympathy
It's about employment, water and electricity
Autumn of discontent
The spring was a lost memory
Hybrid war combined with
Economic shock therapy
Sectarianism buries vision beyond
What's revealed
Corruption guards an economic
Model that kills
Neocon wars make neoliberal utopias
Intergenerational traumas and all
Forms of phobia
Wrote death into the constitution
Like snipers in chairs
Birds fall from the sky as
Tear gas privatises the air
Those that passed, I kiss the
Soles of your feet, you inspired us
Tireless in the face of violent tyrants
Till your eyes were shut
Defiant lions every side of the street
You defy the thugs
Rebellion the purest expression of a
Vital type of love

عيب يولِن عيب لك خلي يصير عدنه شرف
وين شرفنه احنة، والبنات يصيحن بالشارع
حرامية ويكول عن الشرف

They say: الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام
They say: الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام
They say: الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام
The IMF requires death
The snipers fire at a child's chest
They say: الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام
They say: الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام
They say: الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام
The IMF requires death
The snipers fire at a child's chest

أحلامنا سرقوها آمالنا دمروها
علحائط كتبوها، أسماء الشهداء أحلامنا سرقوها
آمالنا دمروها علحائط كتبوها، أسماء الشهداء

Somebody tell Nixon the economy
Is still screaming
And tell Milton Friedman that
His ideas killed freedoms
Selling state assets to private
Interests is real treason
Freezing chills deepen
Hands of Victor Jara still bleeding
Rigor mortis when we rock the fortress
The ghost of Salvador Allende
Still washing corpses
More than pawns on a chess board
How couldn't they expect more?
Those with nothing to lose
Knock gladly on death's door
Kissinger's dream for Chile was
Nothing but a nightmare
Legions of doom don't fight fair
They might impair your sight
If you like to stare
Gas canisters slice the air
Neoliberalism born in Chile
(It will die there)
Those that passed, I kiss the
Soles of your feet, you inspired us
Tireless in the face of violent tyrants
Till your eyes were shut
Defiant lions every side of the street
You defy the thugs
Rebellion the purest expression of a
Vital type of love

El pueblo unido jamás será vencido
They say: el pueblo unido jamás será vencido
They say: el pueblo unido jamás será vencido
The IMF requires death
The snipers fire at a child's chest
El pueblo unido jamás será vencido
They say: el pueblo unido jamás será vencido
They say: el pueblo unido jamás será vencido
The IMF requires death
The snipers fire at a child's chest

أحلامنا سرقوها آمالنا دمروها
علحائط كتبوها، أسماء الشهداء أحلامنا سرقوها
آمالنا دمروها علحائط كتبوها، أسماء الشهداء