Paroles et traduction La Cueva Mokoya feat. Al2 El Aldeano & Silvito El Libre - El Dolor Existe

El Dolor Existe

Estoy pa to...

Que tu crees
Que la gente aqui se va
Que no hay luz,
No hay champus no hay fá
No hay futuro
No hay derecho
No hay verguenza
No hay gas
Aqui lo que no hay es na

No hay agua, No hay tiempo
No hay respeto, No hay ropa
No hay jean ten ne,No hay cafe
No hay compota, No hay cocha
No hay cloro, No hay pan
No hay sopa
No hay pelopa pa callarme a mi la boca
No hay alegria

No hay vida, No hay visa
No hay justicia, No hay comida
No hay sabana, No hay toalla
No hay mantel
No hay quien me haga gritar
Ni borracho vuelvo a fidel

No hay guagua, No hay pieza
No hay permiso ni guarda
No hay valor, no hay amor
No hay honor ni honestidad
Ministro que no explote
Obrero sin necesidad
Para mi el gobierno es una mie
Y mas mie esta sociedad

No hay sueño, No hay medico
No hay quien ni el dia de la madre
No hay aceite, No hay vivienda
No hay porsuelo ni el vinagre
No hay perdon, No hay union
No hay cabon, No hay neuronas
Ni permiso para elejir
Si queremos o no mac donal
No hay cobre, No hay congri
No hay jardines, No hay concienscia
No hay pintura, No hay madera
No hay quien cuide la naturaleza
Ni nada que en la Television sirva
No se vivir de cuento que silva la hecha de pinga
No hay compresion
No hay ilusion no hay esperanza
No hay pasion no hay comunicacion
No hay confianza no hay rebaja
No hay valores no hay descencia
Ni hay ni pinga
Una isla que podria estar tan limpia libre y linda

Por eso es que todo se van de este pais
Porque luchan pero todos no lo dejan ser feliz
Por eso se esta robando y traicionando al corazon
Nadie escucha y es que es mucha la tristeza
Y la repesion

Porque tenemos que pirarnos de aqui
Porque nadie cumplio lo que prometio
Semartirr

Porque estamos aguantando
Y silenciando nuestra opinion
Cuba escucha a la lucha que se acabe esta maldicion

Silvito
He aqui mi presencia pues que he comprendido
Que el gobierno no se come el cable
Que yo me he comido
Vencido, tu culo tu abuela y tu conocido
Grosero con pinga
Tu me has hecho cosas que no olvido

Mi abuela, alfabetizo llorando sangre
14 medallas y se me murio pasando hambre
Por culpa de este gobierno que camina con calambre
Que le aprieta la garganta al pueblo con un alambre

Cojio pa eso yo maldito
Porque juega con la mente hasta de los niños mas chiquitos
No, pal infinito yo fue un fine seriesito
Que llego a los 20 años con deseo de tener carrito

Mijito porque criticas lo que siento
Mi lenguaje mis tatuajes mis viajes por mi talento
Mi fuerza mi groseria mi poesia mi fundamento
Y la peor mala palabra en la libreta de abastecimiento

Lo siento ya no aguanto una mentira mas
Ya yo estaba en la caliente de frente sin dar pa tras
Ya yo me asome a un juicio a una fiscal y a mama
Por abrirle la cabeza a un guardia de una pedra
Yah

Ya yo pense
Me entendi me refresque
Me sente, reflexione
Fui humano y me enamore
Me queme con un gobierno
Que infierno metiendo pie
Que no es mucho mas singao
Por mas deprocupado que es
Ouale

Hasta fabre aqui ha ttenido que sufrir
Yo me voy con Geydi y que repinga me van a decir
Ninguno vivio la vida que yo tube que vivir
Tengo 30 años toy fundido y me voy a ir

Por eso es que todo se van de este pais
Porque luchan pero todos no lo dejan ser feliz
Por eso se esta robando y traicionando al corazon
Nadie escucha y es que es mucha la tristeza
Y la repesion

Porque tenemos que pirarnos de aqui
Porque nadie cumplio lo que prometio
Semartirr

Porque estamos aguantando
Y silenciando nuestra opinion
Cuba escucha, a la lucha que se acabe esta maldicion

Pain Exists

I'm in for it all...

What do you think
That people are leaving here
That there is no light,
No shampoo, no easy way out
No future
No rights
No shame
No gas
There's nothing here

No water, No time
No respect, No clothes
No jeans, No coffee
No compote, No pussy
No chlorine, No bread
No soup
There's no cock to shut me up
No joy

No life, No visa
No justice, No food
No sheets, No towel
No tablecloth
There is no one to make me scream
Not even drunk will I return to Fidel

No guava, No room
No permission or guard
No courage, no love
No honor or honesty
Minister who does not exploit
Worker without need
For me, the government is shit
And even shittier is this society

No dream, No doctor
No one, not even on Mother's Day
No oil, No housing
No parsley or vinegar
No forgiveness, No unity
No charcoal, No neurons
No permission to choose
Whether we want McDonald's or not
No copper, No congri
No gardens, No conscience
No paint, No wood
No one to take care of nature
Nor anything on TV that's worth watching
I don't know how to live off a story that whistles the dick-made
No compression
No illusion, no hope
No passion, no communication
No trust, no discount
No values, no decency
There's not even a dick
An island that could be so clean, free and beautiful

That's why everyone is leaving this country
Because they fight but not everyone lets them be happy
That's why they are stealing and betraying the heart
No one listens and there is so much sadness
And repression

Why do we have to get the hell out of here
Because no one kept their promises
Semartirr

Because we are enduring
And silencing our opinion
Cuba, listen to the struggle for this curse to end

Silvito
Here is my presence because I have understood
That the government doesn't eat the cable
That I have eaten
Defeated, your ass, your grandmother and your acquaintance
Rude with a dick
You've done things to me that I don't forget

My grandmother, taught literacy crying blood
14 medals and she died starving
Because of this government that walks with cramps
That squeezes the people's throats with a wire

I'm cursed for that
Because it plays with the minds of even the youngest children
No, for infinity I was a fine little series
That reached 20 years old with the desire to have a car

Son, why do you criticize what I feel
My language, my tattoos, my travels for my talent
My strength, my rudeness, my poetry, my foundation
And the worst curse word in the ration book

I'm sorry, I can't take one more lie
I was already in the heat of the moment, head-on, not backing down
I already faced a trial, a prosecutor and mom
For splitting open the head of a guard with a rock
Yah

I already thought
I understood, I refreshed
I sat down, reflected
I was human and I fell in love
I got burned by a government
What a hell setting foot
That is not much more screwed up
No matter how carefree it is
Whatever

Even Fabre has had to suffer here
I'm leaving with Geydi and what the hell are they going to tell me
No one lived the life that I had to live
I'm 30 years old, I'm screwed, and I'm leaving

That's why everyone is leaving this country
Because they fight but not everyone lets them be happy
That's why they are stealing and betraying the heart
No one listens and there is so much sadness
And repression

Why do we have to get the hell out of here
Because no one kept their promises
Semartirr

Because we are enduring
And silencing our opinion
Cuba, listen to the struggle for this curse to end