Cromagnon - Las Manos de Filippi traduction en anglais

Cromagnon

Fuimos tan asesinos como Chabán
Con mas o menos plata para gastar
Nuestro muerto fue la conciencia y la
Desconfianza a éste sistema cruel.

A éste sistema que mata gente
A éste sistema asesino conciente
Que todo lo vende, que todo lo privatiza
Persiguen al under y montan la pesquisa.

Y a Popart y a Universal le dejan la pista lisa
Sin ninguna competencia el negocio le garantiza
Y a Santaolaya lo ponen de jurado
Y a todo lo nuevo lo tildan de improvisado.

Y te quieren meter la mano en el trabajo
Basándose solo en cuestiones del mercado
Con el verso de que sos una estrella
O el niño mimado de la compañía aquella.

Te desplazan, te dejan aislado
Muy lejos de los tuyos pero es puro chamuyo
Vos sos un laburante y después de ésta masacre
Como tal hay que plantarse, juntarse y organizarse.

"Si la onda no es vender sino sacarse éste nudo
Que la tele te ajusta oscureciendo el futuro"
Lo ves a Ibarra vivito y coleando
Y al bolichero Telerman con su boliche y gobernando.

¿Ahora que Chabán está preso
Se acabaron los bolicheros que te comen el seso?
Ni en pedo, al contrario, quedaron los peores
Los que utilizan al estado para matar y hacer millones.

Pero si Cromagñón nos fortalece
La desconfianza crece y crece la conciencia
Que estos gobiernos representan una mierda
Qué van a pensar en la cultura
Van a privatizarla no queda duda
Y en tantas muertes montan las clausuras, la censura
La privatización de la cultura.

Y Callejeros que pena no la vieron
Pusieron mucho esmero en tocar ellos primero
Pero hay trescientas millones de bandas nuevas
Que después de Cromagñón se la están viendo fulera.

Hay que luchar por la libertad de crear
Dejarse de joder con eso de clasificar
Viejita, ston, cumbiero, pank de igual, igual, igual
Todos juntos por la libertad.

Y la teoría de la futbolización
Es otra huevada es pura evasión
Es no hablar de Ibarra es no meter presión
Para que vayan presos los que representan la Nación.

Hay que poner la trucha y encabezar la lucha
Porque bandas que no pueden tocar hay muchas
Hay que poner la trucha y encabezar la lucha
Porque bandas que no pueden tocar hay muchas.

Ya se acabó la del roquero loco
Después de ésta masacre hay que crecer un poco
Si este sistema no te dá oportunidad
De aprender de una forma normal, natural
Prefieren matar y poder entregar a alguna patronal
A otro negocio fenomenal.

Conciencia no van a crear
Al contrario te van a laburar la moral
Hasta el nefasto punto tal de llegar a pensar que es normal
No tener trabajo ni escuela ni hospital
Ni un local para tocar o bailar o trabajar.

Nuestras víctimas resucitan
Y con más fuerza crecen y luchan
Por aquellos que mató ésta bosta
Este sistema asesino de gente
Este sistema asesino de posta
Este sistema asesino de gente
Este sistema asesino de posta.

Hay que poner la trucha y encabezar la lucha
Porque bandas que no pueden tocar hay muchas
Hay que poner la trucha y encabezar la lucha
Porque bandas que no pueden tocar hay muchas

Poner la trucha y encabezar la lucha...

Cromagnon

We were as murderous as Chabán,
With more or less money to spend.
Our dead was our conscience and the
Distrust of this cruel system.

This system that kills people,
This consciously murderous system
That sells everything, privatizes everything,
They persecute the underground and set up investigations.

And they leave the track clear for Popart and Universal,
With no competition, the business is guaranteed.
And they put Santaolaya on the jury,
And they label everything new as improvised.

And they want to get their hands on your work,
Basing themselves solely on market issues,
With the verse that you're a star
Or the spoiled child of that company.

They displace you, they leave you isolated,
Far from your own, but it's pure bullshit.
You're a worker, and after this massacre,
As such, we must stand up, come together, and organize.

"If the point is not to sell but to remove this knot
That the TV tightens, obscuring the future,"
You see Ibarra alive and kicking,
And the club owner Telerman with his club and governing.

Now that Chabán is in prison,
Are the club owners who eat your brains out gone?
No way, on the contrary, the worst ones are left,
Those who use the state to kill and make millions.

But if Cromagñón strengthens us,
Mistrust grows and awareness grows
That these governments represent shit,
What are they going to think about culture?
They're going to privatize it, there's no doubt,
And in so many deaths they mount closures, censorship,
The privatization of culture.

And Callejeros, what a pity they didn't see it,
They put a lot of effort into playing first,
But there are three hundred million new bands
That after Cromagñón are seeing it ugly.

We must fight for the freedom to create,
Stop messing around with classifying,
Old lady, stoner, cumbia, punk, all the same, all the same,
All together for freedom.

And the theory of futbolization
Is another bullshit, it's pure escapism,
It's not talking about Ibarra, it's not putting pressure
For those who represent the Nation to go to jail.

We have to put up the fight and lead the struggle,
Because there are many bands that can't play,
We have to put up the fight and lead the struggle,
Because there are many bands that can't play.

The crazy rocker thing is over,
After this massacre, we have to grow up a little.
If this system doesn't give you a chance
To learn in a normal, natural way,
They prefer to kill and be able to hand over to some employer
Another phenomenal business.

They're not going to create awareness,
On the contrary, they're going to work on your morals,
To the nefarious point of thinking it's normal
Not to have a job, or a school, or a hospital,
Or a place to play or dance or work.

Our victims are resurrected,
And with more strength they grow and fight
For those who were killed by this crap,
This system that kills people,
This system that really kills,
This system that kills people,
This system that really kills.

We have to put up the fight and lead the struggle,
Because there are many bands that can't play,
We have to put up the fight and lead the struggle,
Because there are many bands that can't play,

Put up the fight and lead the struggle...