Paroles et traduction Dadalú - Tú crees que es normal?

Tú crees que es normal?

¿Tú crees que es normal?
Preocuparme si el taxista es un inmoral
Preocuparme de un posible abuso sexual
Preocuparme de un estado patriarcal
De las decisiones que toman por mi cuerpo
Mientras siguen los abusos de los arzobispos
Gente que confunde abuso con piropos
Siento rabia, sus palabras son escupos

¿Tú crees que es normal?
Preocuparme si el taxista me va a violar
Preocuparme si a mi casa yo voy a llegar
Preocuparme de cómo me voy a arreglar
De las decisiones que toman por mi cuerpo
Mientras a los niños se los violan los obispos
Gente que confunde abuso con piropos
¡Siento rabia, sus palabras son escupos!

Juzgadas siempre por cómo vestimos
Como si fuera un pecado que nos divertimos
Como si doliera que de ti no dependemos
Ten cuidado porque ya nos defendemos
Ten cuidado que ya te mata este veneno
Se te acaba el chipe libre a ti, viejo obsceno
El futuro sin abusos se presiente bueno
Te bloqueamos con nuestra fuerza como trueno

¿Tú crees que es normal?
Preocuparme si el taxista me va a violar
Preocuparme de un posible abuso sexual
Preocuparme de un estado patriarcal
De las decisiones que toman por mi cuerpo
Mientras a los niños se los violan los obispos
Gente que confunde abuso con piropos
¡Siento rabia, sus palabras son escupos!

Do You Think It's Normal?

Do you think it's normal?
Worrying about whether my taxi driver is a pervert
Worrying about possible sexual abuse
Worrying about a patriarchal state
About the decisions that are made about my body
While the abuses of archbishops continue
People who confuse abuse with compliments
I feel rage, their words are like spit

Do you think it's normal?
Worrying whether the taxi driver will rape me
Worrying whether I'll ever make it home
Worrying about how I should dress
About the decisions that are made about my body
While children are being raped by bishops
People who confuse abuse with compliments
I feel rage, their words are like spit!

Always being judged by how we dress
As if it were a sin that we enjoy ourselves
As if it hurt that we don't depend on you
Be careful, because we are now defending ourselves
Be careful, lest this poison kill you
You, you dirty old man, are running out of free chips
The future without abuse feels good
We are blocking you with our strength like thunder

Do you think it's normal?
Worrying whether the taxi driver will rape me
Worrying about possible sexual abuse
Worrying about a patriarchal state
About the decisions that are made about my body
While children are being raped by bishops
People who confuse abuse with compliments
I feel rage, their words are like spit!