Lyrics and translation Zoo - La mestra

La mestra

(Una, dos i, sota el pont, sota el pont)
(Anem a passar-hi)
(El nostre pont té dos pilars, passem sense parar-nos)

Dos i dos són quatre, quatre i dos són sis
Escola reglada i frustrada
No parles, ni jugues si no tens permís
La creu, la sotana i la vara

Conjuguem presents imperfectes
Li restem la "x" al futur
Castrem a les feres als centres, força de treball del segle XXI
Hem planificat les conductes
No deixem ja marge per la creació

Dibuixem futurs plens de dubtes
Ni somnis, ni jocs, ni improvisació, infàncies al contenidor
10 hores al dia, un temps que era or
Esclaus d'un estat opressor
Perdona a tu pueblo señor

Mare mare, que jo no vull tornar a resar i callar quan ens manen
Pare pare, jo volia somiar i volar i allà ens tallen les ales
Contrabandista de verbs clandestins, escampant el verí

Pobles vius i senders infinits
Quin gust sentir-la parlar
Si del carrer i el corral és l'ama
I ara hi ha un poble que brama en un idioma proscrit

I en eixe context arriba una mestra rebel, decidida, valenta
La infància en disputa és conquesta
El dictador mor, es comenta

Tenebres s'emporta el difunt
Canviem els costums, morta l'obediència
Trenquem el rosari, cremem els apunts
Davant del futur, la innocència

Arriba l'expedient disciplinari
Volem que memoritzen l'oració i l'abecedari
Horaris estrictes i un pati ben delimitat
Centre penitenciari de cristians

Vinguen l'alcalde, la guàrdia, inspectors
A defendre l'absurd, a donar-li lliçons
No van poder, mai no podran, d'aquella mestra
Hui som alumnat avantatjat!

Mare mare, que jo no vull tornar a resar i callar quan ens manen
Pare pare, jo volia somiar i volar i allà ens tallen les ales
Contrabandista de verbs clandestins escampant el verí

Pobles vius i senders infinits
Quin gust sentir-la parlar
Si del carrer i el corral és l'ama
I ara hi ha un poble que brama en un idioma proscrit

Contrabandista de verbs clandestins escampant el verí
Pobles vius i senders infinits
Quin gust sentir-la parlar
Si del carrer i el corral és l'ama
I ara hi ha un poble que brama

Contrabandista de verbs clandestins escampant el verí
Pobles vius i senders infinits
Quin gust sentir-la parlar
Si del carrer i el corral és l'ama
I ara hi ha un poble que brama en un idioma proscrit

The Teacher

(One, two and, under the bridge, under the bridge)
(Let's go through it)
(Our bridge has two pillars, let's pass without stopping)

Two and two are four, four and two are six
Formal and frustrated school
You don't talk, you don't play if you don't have permission
The cross, the cassock and the stick

We conjugate imperfect presents
We subtract the "x" from the future
We castrate the beasts in the centers, workforce of the 21st century
We have planned behaviors
We no longer leave room for creation

We draw futures full of doubts
No dreams, no games, no improvisation, childhoods in the container
10 hours a day, a time that was gold
Slaves of an oppressive state
Forgive your people, Lord

Mother mother, I don't want to go back to praying and shutting up when they tell us
Father father, I wanted to dream and fly and there they cut our wings
Smuggler of clandestine verbs, spreading the poison

Living towns and endless paths
How good it feels to hear her speak
If she is the mistress of the street and the corral
And now there is a people who roar in a forbidden language

And in that context comes a rebellious, determined, brave teacher
Childhood in dispute is conquest
The dictator is dead, it is commented

Darkness takes away the deceased
Let's change the customs, obedience is dead
We cut the rosary, we burn the points
Before the future, innocence

The disciplinary file arrives
We want them to memorize the prayer and the alphabet
Strict schedules and a well-defined patio
Christian penitentiary center

Come the mayor, the guard, inspectors
To defend the absurd, to teach her lessons
They couldn't, they never could, from that teacher
Today we are advanced students!

Mother mother, I don't want to go back to praying and shutting up when they tell us
Father father, I wanted to dream and fly and there they cut our wings
Smuggler of clandestine verbs spreading the poison

Living towns and endless paths
How good it feels to hear her speak
If she is the mistress of the street and the corral
And now there is a people who roar in a forbidden language

Smuggler of clandestine verbs spreading the poison
Living towns and endless paths
How good it feels to hear her speak
If she is the mistress of the street and the corral
And now there is a people who roar

Smuggler of clandestine verbs spreading the poison
Living towns and endless paths
How good it feels to hear her speak
If she is the mistress of the street and the corral
And now there is a people who roar in a forbidden language