Paroles et traduction Che Sudaka - La Cacerola

La Cacerola

Ay-ay
Uoh-uoh, yeah
Ay-ay
Uoh-uoh, yeah
Ay-ay
Uoh-uoh, yeah
Ay-ay
Uoh-uoh, yeah

Estado de sitio en mi mente y en la luna
En la casa de un cafetero
Y en la del doctor
Yo no sé quién es culpable de esta depresión, pero, wey

Voy escuchando a mi gente decir
Que el puto sistema se va a morir
Sigo escuchando la bomba militar
Esa que nos va a exterminar

Yo no preciso un montón de dinero
Yo no preciso rockets in the moon
Lo que preciso es la alegría de mi pueblo
La conciencia tranquila, y "arriba la vaina" style

Voy escuchando a mi gente decir
Que el puto sistema se va a morir
Sigo escuchando la bomba militar
Esa que nos va a exterminar

Y matan animales, plantas y gente
Después se orinan en la luna
Y matan ilusiones, tapan la canción
Porque no pueden ver el sol

Y dale, pa' que tenga la cacerola
Dale, pa' que tenga la cacerola
Dale, pa' que tenga la cacerola
Dale, pa' que tenga la cacerola

Esta mañana en las principales ciudades de Argentina
Se ha decretado el Estado de sitio
La gente se echó a las calles golpeando potes y cacerolas
Habiéndose cometido numerosos saqueos en tiendas y supermercados
La policía cargó empleando gases lacrimógenos y armas de fuego
Como consecuencia de estos hechos
Se prevé la división de todo el gabinete del gobierno

Dale, pa' que tenga la cacerola
Para que solo sea un sueño
Pensar que es fácil no tener tierras ni dueño

Dale, pa' que tenga a la cacerola
El fin del mundo explota, es lo que proponen
Pero sépanlo, pueblo, que ustedes disponen

Dale, pa' que tenga la cacerola
Y digo pégale, pégale, pégale, pégale, pégale
Hasta que te sude la camisa

Dale, pa' que tenga la cacerola
Y digo pégale, pégale, pégale, pégale, pégale
Pa' que te devuelvan la sonrisa

Dale, pa' que tenga la cacerola

La Cacerola

Oh-oh
Whoops, yeah
Oh-oh
Whoops, yeah
Oh-oh
Whoops, yeah
Oh-oh
Whoops, yeah

Martial law in my mind and on the moon
In the home of a coffee maker
And in the doctor’s house
Yo no sé quién es culpable de esta depresión, pero, wey

I keep hearing my people say
That this fucking system is going to die
I keep hearing the military bomb
That's going to annihilate us

I don't need a bunch of money
I don't need rockets on the moon
What I need is joy for my people
Peace of mind, and "Up with the cause" in style

I keep hearing my people say
That this fucking system is going to die
I keep hearing the military bomb
That's going to annihilate us

And they are killing animals, plants, and people
Then they piss on the moon
And they kill dreams, they cover up the song
Because they cannot see the sun

And hit it, so that it has the saucepan
Hit it, so that it has the saucepan
Hit it, so that it has the saucepan
Hit it, so that it has the saucepan

This morning, in the main cities of Argentina
Martial law has been declared
The people took to the streets banging pots and pans
Numerous ransackings having been committed in stores and supermarkets
The police charged using tear gas and firearms
As a consequence of these events
The dismissal of the entire government cabinet is anticipated

Hit it, so that it has the saucepan
So that it may only be a dream
To think that it is easy to own no land

Hit it, so that it has the saucepan
The end of the world is exploding, that's what they are proposing
But know it, people, that you are in charge

Hit it, so that it has the saucepan
And I say hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it
Until your shirt is drenched with sweat

Hit it, so that it has the saucepan
And I say hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it
So that your smile is returned to you

Hit it, so that it has the saucepan