Lyrics and translation Buena Fe - Fuera

Fuera

Una bocanada como en los años setenta
Como dijera el maestro
¡Ay! Qué cosa fuera corazón? Qué cosa fuera?
¡Ay! Qué cosa fuera corazón? Qué cosa fuera?

Si en la vida real el trabajo valiera
Fuera
Si la lluvia de mayo gripe no diera
Fuera
Si viajar en avión ya no fuera candela
Fuera
Si el marabú africano se comiera
Fuera
Si a los niños de hoy les bastara con la escuela
Fuera
Si Cristo y Alá por fin se entendieran
Fuera
Si no hubiera que sacarle presión a la caldera
Fuera
Si no hubiera que sacarle presión a la caldera
Fuera

Si los sueños son destellos de futuros enormes
Debe ser la brújula la queja del inconforme
Que a los buenos sueños les da por nacer sobre carne y hueso
Casi siempre la que está en el fondo de todo es proceso
Y si por un azar de la vida usted se encuentra a salvo
No se olvide al vecino que almuerza una soga de barco

Si en la vida real el trabajo valiera
Fuera
Si todo el que se casa una casa tuviera
Fuera
Si lloviera café, si petróleo saliera
Fuera
Si el amor salvara lo que el oro condena
Fuera
Si no hubiera maltrato pa′ abuelo y pa' abuela
Fuera
Si no hubiera que sacarle presión a la caldera
Fuera
Si no hubiera que sacarle presión a la caldera
Fuera

Ya no importa si te lo ganaste o si fue regalía
A la larga los privilegios traerán miopía
Yo conozco a quien por un suertazo se sueña tan exclusivo
Que supone que incluso bosteza en un grado superlativo
Y en presencia de mis añoranza ya su alma no tiene paciencia
Pa′ escucharme gritando esperanzas y no tiene ni dónde ponerlas

Quién permite?
Quién permite? Quién permite?
Enséñala quien permite
Quién permite? Quién permite?
Que puede ser que la necesite
Quién permite? Quién permite?
Enséñala quien permite
Quién permite? Quién permite?
Pa' que tú veas como repite

Si en la vida real el trabajo valiera

Si en la vida real el trabajo valiera
Fuera
Si la lluvia de mayo gripe no diera
Fuera
Si viajar en avión ya no fuera candela
Fuera
Si todo el que se casa una casa tuviera
Fuera
Si el amor salvara lo que el oro condena
Fuera
Que si a los chamas de hoy le bastara con la escuela
Fuera
Si no hubiera que sacarle presión a la caldera
Fuera
Cada cierto tiempo

Outside

A breath of fresh air, like in the seventies
As the maestro would say
Oh! What a thing it would be, my heart? What a thing it would be?
Oh! What a thing it would be, my heart? What a thing it would be?

If in real life, work was truly valued
It would be
If the May rain didn't bring the flu
It would be
If traveling by plane wasn't such a hassle
It would be
If we could just eat the African marabou weed
It would be
If school was enough for today's children
It would be
If Christ and Allah could finally understand each other
It would be
If we didn't have to release pressure from the boiler
It would be
If we didn't have to release pressure from the boiler
It would be

If dreams are glimpses of vast futures
Then the compass must be the complaint of the dissatisfied
Because good dreams are born on flesh and bone
Almost always, what's at the bottom of it all is process
And if by a twist of fate you find yourself safe
Don't forget your neighbor who lunches on a ship's rope

If in real life, work was truly valued
It would be
If everyone who got married had a house
It would be
If it rained coffee, if oil flowed freely
It would be
If love could save what gold condemns
It would be
If there was no mistreatment of grandparents
It would be
If we didn't have to release pressure from the boiler
It would be
If we didn't have to release pressure from the boiler
It would be

It no longer matters if you earned it or if it was a gift
In the long run, privileges will bring myopia
I know someone who, by a stroke of luck, dreams of being so exclusive
That he supposes he even yawns in a superlative degree
And in the presence of my longing, his soul has no patience
To hear me shout hopes, and he has nowhere to put them

Who allows it?
Who allows it? Who allows it?
Show her who allows it
Who allows it? Who allows it?
I might need it
Who allows it? Who allows it?
Show her who allows it
Who allows it? Who allows it?
So you can see how she repeats it

If in real life, work was truly valued

If in real life, work was truly valued
It would be
If the May rain didn't bring the flu
It would be
If traveling by plane wasn't such a hassle
It would be
If everyone who got married had a house
It would be
If love could save what gold condemns
It would be
If school was enough for today's young girls
It would be
If we didn't have to release pressure from the boiler
It would be
Every so often