Paroles et traduction BaianaSystem feat. Manu Chao - Sulamericano

Sulamericano

Não passa disso, não me engana
Que eu sou sulamericano de Feira de Santana
Avisa o americano
Eu não acredito no Obama

Revolucionário, Guevara
Conhece a liberdade sem olhar no dicionário
Sem olhar no dicionário, ele conhece a liberdade
Vamo que vamo, vou traçando vários planos
Vou seguir cantarolando pra poder contra-atacar

Contra-atacar, contra-atacar
Eu vou traçando vários planos pra poder contra-atacar
Contra-atacar, contra-atacar
Traçando vários planos pra poder contra-atacar

Contra-atacar, contra-atacar
Eu vou traçando vários planos pra poder contra-atacar
Contra-atacar, contra-atacar
Eu vou traçando vários planos

Nas veias abertas da América Latina
Tem fogo cruzado queimando nas esquinas
Um golpe de estado ao som da carabina, um fuzil
Se a justiça é cega, a gente pega quem fugiu

Justiça é cega (contra-atacar)
Justiça é cega (eu quero contra-atacar)
Justiça é cega (eu quero contra-atacar)
Justiça é cega (eu quero contra-atacar)

Inflama, inflama
Não passa disso, não me engana
Inflama, inflama

Esta ciudad la propriedad del Señor Matanza
Esta ciudad la propriedad del Señor Matanza
Esa olla, esa mina, y esa finca y ese mar
Ese paramilitar, son propriedad del Señor Matanza

Ese federal, ese chivato y ese sapo, el sindicato
Y el obispo, el general son propriedad del Señor Matanza
Buenas jiniteras y alcool, estan bajo control
La escuela y el monte de piedad son propriedad del Señor Matanza

El decide lo que va, dice lo que no sera
Decide quien la paga dice quien vivira
Y mi niero que lo llevan y se van
Los que matan, pam pam, son propriedad del Señor Matanza

Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte

Nas veias abertas da América Latina
Tem fogo cruzado queimando nas esquinas
Um golpe de estado ao som da carabina, um fuzil
Se a justiça é cega, a gente pega quem fugiu

Justiça é cega (contra-atacar)
Justiça é cega (eu quero contra-atacar)
Justiça é cega (eu quero contra-atacar)
Justiça é cega (eu quero contra-atacar)

Inflama, difama
Não passa disso, não me engana
Inflama, difama
Mas a gente não se engana

Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte

South American

It's nothing more than that, don't fool me
Because I'm a South American from Feira de Santana
Tell the American
I don't believe in Obama

Revolutionary, Guevara
He knows freedom without looking in the dictionary
Without looking in the dictionary, he knows freedom
Let's go, let's go, I'm drawing up various plans
I will keep singing to be able to fight back

Fight back, fight back
I'm drawing up various plans to be able to fight back
Fight back, fight back
Drawing up various plans to be able to fight back

Fight back, fight back
I'm drawing up various plans to be able to fight back
Fight back, fight back
I'm drawing up various plans

In the open veins of Latin America
There's crossfire burning on the corners
A coup d'état to the sound of the carbine, a rifle
If justice is blind, we catch those who ran away

Justice is blind (fight back)
Justice is blind (I want to fight back)
Justice is blind (I want to fight back)
Justice is blind (I want to fight back)

Ignite, inflame
It's nothing more than that, don't fool me
Ignite, inflame

This city is the property of Mr. Slaughter
This city is the property of Mr. Slaughter
That pot, that mine, and that farm and that sea
That paramilitary, is the property of Mr. Slaughter

That federal, that snitch and that toad, the union
And the bishop, the general, are the property of Mr. Slaughter
Good whores and alcohol are under control
The school and the pawnshop are the property of Mr. Slaughter

He decides what goes, says what will not be
Decides who pays, says who will live
And my grandson who they take away
Those who kill, pam pam, are the property of Mr. Slaughter

And they take my grandson to the mountain
And they take my grandson to the mountain
And they take my grandson to the mountain
And they take my grandson to the mountain

In the open veins of Latin America
There's crossfire burning on the corners
A coup d'état to the sound of the carbine, a rifle
If justice is blind, we catch those who ran away

Justice is blind (fight back)
Justice is blind (I want to fight back)
Justice is blind (I want to fight back)
Justice is blind (I want to fight back)

Ignite, defame
It's nothing more than that, don't fool me
Ignite, defame
But we're not fooled

And they take my grandson to the mountain
And they take my grandson to the mountain
And they take my grandson to the mountain
And they take my grandson to the mountain