21.07.2020
The Jackal
The Jackal! x4They forced you to wear
In historical height
They promoted your bravery
To the whole world with your death
Here your face stayed
On t-shirts and postcards
They don't tell all the truths
Of the Jackal of the Cabaña
The Jackal! x4
Your hand clenches so tight
What about history shoots
From a moment in Santa Clara
Where the power seduced you
Now your face is fashionable
On t-shirts and postcards
But they don't tell all the truths
Of the Jackal of the Cabaña
The Jackal! x4
Aristide followed you
Until the day he got tired (and the lie)
When he told you he was leaving
With a 32 you silenced it
Here your face is still in fashion
And even if you clean the shirt to the core
The blood on hands doesn't get washed
Of the Jackal of the Cabaña
The Jackal! x4
Of the Cabaña you were manager
You condemned thousands to the slaughterhouse
You used to like playing the warrior
Saying goodbye to the innocent yourself
Now there is fashion in your face
The women you left behind widows are strange
How can he be everywhere
The Jackal of the Cabaña
The Jackal! x4
A hero for some, and a criminal for others
They know your face and your ideal cause
You can never reach the violence path
Your passion consumed you and you became
The Jackal!
Here your face is still in fashion
And even if you clean the shirt to the core
The blood on hands doesn't get washed
Of the Jackal of the Cabaña
The Jackal! x4