Paroles et traduction Glaukoma - Aberia

Aberia

Euskal Herria igandero "viendo el Conquis",
Ta atzo juergan trago bat "con Goñi y sus compis".
Bitako bat: izan arraro bat edo izan zonbi,
Piromano edo yonki, galindok daki ongi,
Gizonki. Ponpisik ez deu jarriko inondik inora,
Too much cani, too much choni, too much Rafa Mora.
Lotsagabe gehiegi famaren eskalan gora,
Adimena albora, herriarentzat droga.
Ganorak egin du bere buruaz beste,
Gazteria gabiltza pitbull-en kantak abesten,
Herbestean. Salbuespenak salbuespen,
Bada oraindik saldu ez den ametsik, gaztetxean.
Euskadi Gaztea, Los 40, MTV
Pantailak zabalik eta begik ezin iriki.
Ezin esan ezertako eredu naizenik ni,
Baino bete behar ez diren arauak badakizkit.

Bitartean gizartea iparra galtzen,
Diru-jabe lotsagabek kultura saltzen.
Herri harresiak telebistan ez dira azaltzen,
Baino mass mediak garraxiak ez ditu itzaltzen.
Urkullu ta konpainiak diruari men,
Nik ez dakit pertsonak garenik ba ote dakiten.
Eusko aberatsen trena mendiak zeharkatzen
Oi bai da problema eta ez atez ate, friend.

Herriaren ordezkaritzarik ez dago,
Multinazionalak daude gu baino askoz lehenago.
Kontrol sozialaren karta berorrek dasta beza
Munduan pasatzen dana inork ikusi ez dezan.

Kartzela edo miseria, eskaintza ezin da ondu.
Gure partez zoriondu pantailadun polizi berriak.
Ongizate estatuen hilotzak atondu,
Sistema ezin da konpondu: sistema da aberia.

Botereak ospa egin du parlamentutik,
Aldaketa ez da etorriko boto sekretutik.
Bahituta dute herrien burujabetza,
Merkatua librea dala dioten momentutik.
Kapitalak gertutik kontrolatzen du legedia,
Barkatu ezin diren krimen ankerrentzat aterkia.
Palkotik beira ai dia kriminalak,
Hastera doa legebiltzarraren antzerkia.
Drama edo komedia, ikuslearen arabera,
Betiko arau bera: etxola edo jauregia.
Miami edo siberia, kaiola bete da,
Esklabuak gosetera: good bye klase media.

Aberia

Every Sunday in the Basque Country, "watching Conquis",
And yesterday he had a drink "with Goñi and his mates".
A label: be an oddball or be a zombie,
A pyromaniac or a junkie, the Galindo knows very well,
Manfully. You won't find any pomposity anywhere,
Too much chav, too much common, too much Rafa Mora.
Too much shamelessness rising up the fame ladder,
Intelligence to the side, a drug for the people.
Ganora definitively has killed himself,
Young people are singing pitbull songs,
In exile. Exceptions apart,
There are still dreams that haven't been sold, at the youth center.
Euskadi Gaztea, Los 40, MTV
Open screens and with eyes that can't open.
I can't say that I'm an example to follow,
But I know the rules that you don't have to follow.

Meanwhile, society is losing its way,
Shameless money-grubbers are selling culture.
The country's walls are not shown on television,
But the mass media don't turn off the noise.
Urkullu and friends are in thrall to money,
I don't know if they know if we're people or not.
The train of the wealthy in Euskadi is crossing the mountains
Oh, yeah, that's a problem, not the people going hungry, friend.

There is no representation of the people,
Multinationals have been there long before us.
Social control cards will taste, damn it, so that
No one sees what's happening in the world.

Prison or poverty, the offer can't be better.
On our behalf we congratulate the new TV cops.
We bury the corpses of the welfare states,
The system can't be fixed: the system is the breakdown.

The power has been extolled from Parliament,
The change won't come from the secret vote.
National sovereignty has been kidnapped,
Since they said the market is free.
Capital closely controls legislation,
An escape for heinous crimes that cannot be forgiven.
Criminals on the balcony, oh, my,
The parliamentary theater is about to begin.
Drama or comedy, depending on the viewer,
The same old rule: a shack or a palace.
Miami or Siberia, the cage is filled,
With starving slaves: goodbye, middle class.