Like sheep, a partisan leads us
President, arrogant, wavering
Every day we salute our thief
He who steals the honour of the salute
He is a liar... and treachery runs in his veins
Even his breath is more deceitful than his words
He struts like a wild predator
But when fleeing, he is a rabbit
He is never quenched by water,
No matter how much he suffers
He drinks nothing but red blood
Like a prince, he lives in luxury in his palace
While poverty suffers in our huts
At his wedding, all creatures rejoice
And at our death, no honourable person mourns
For the people know he is a coward
Among them, insults and calamities are inflicted
But my people are kind and forgiving
And death comes so that the kind may suffer
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