Used to be a time they were pride of a nation
Nowadays just disposable tools
None more loyal yet treated like vermin
Escoria de actitud, destiny is cruel
Galgos del mundo left to their fate
Too outrageous to contemplate
Once their purpose they have fulfilled –
Dumped in perreras, cast aside or killed
Strung up by the neck to a branch of a tree
Back feet merely touching the ground
“El pianista” is playing his instrument
An unreal melody, hardly any sound
Galgos del mundo, a tormented race
“Humano protector”, such a disgrace
Holding a knife and inflicting the pain,
Open the guts so the wounds will remain
Torsos burnt beyond recognition,
Skeletons deep at the bottom of a well...
This goes out to each one victimized
All of them have their own stories to tell