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Corría o ano 87, cando naceu a ilusión de ser ceives.
Rapaces de bairro, siareiros celestes.
pelexas con tragos e sonhos embargados.
E pasa o tempo e segues eiquí, fora do rebanho kazikil.
E pasa o tempo, nom vas cambiar, berraremos forte ata o final.
Ao tolo, ao tolo, ao tolo, ao tolo, ao tolo, ao tolo, vívese melhor.
Noites sen día, autodestrucción,
berros o aire, manifestacións,
likor e porros, afouteza e corazón.
Pasados os anos, moitos nom estamos,
outros seguimos cas noites de Rock And Roll e deskontrol.
Antifas e irmáns,se aínda podes loitar,
imos brindar polos que xa nom están ou pres@s están.
Eras un neno, tolo por vivir, fora do rebanho kacikil.
Eras unha nena, tola por medrar, sempre pensando en desfasar.
Antifa, Antifa, Antifa, Antifa, Antifa, Antifa, sempre familia!
Antirracistas, Antiespanholistas, Antifeixistas, SEMPRE CELTARRAS!
Ao tolo, ao tolo, ao tolo, ao tolo, ao tolo, ao tolo, vívese melhor.
Noites sen día, autodestrucción,
berros o aire, manifestacións,
likor e porros, afouteza e corazón.
Berce da vida, noites de Punk-oi!,
curar feridas, revolución,
brincos e pedras nun sucio kaleixón.
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