Paroles et traduction Macaco - Ratapampam

Ratapampam

Habla la lengua de su ombligo
Son las bocas de elegidos
Por sus dedos consentidos
Le llaman libertad
Y sus desfiles de reproches
No hay recortes en sus voces
Sus palabras secaron las flores
Marchitaron la libertad
El insulto impera
El palo de ciego golpea
La libertad averiada
Suma y sigue en su cuenta
De cara tapada, de cara tapada
Disparan balas de fuegos
Palabras que matan
Igual que un cañón
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam
Alguien callo, manos arriba, manos al aire
Manos limpias, moneda al aire, pero alguien callo
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam
Alguien callo, manos arriba, manos al aire
Manos limpias, moneda al aire, pero alguien callo
El dromedario de despacho
Se come el iba del empacho
De tu silencio iba borracho
Le llaman libertad
El móvil del crimen, le llaman necesidad
Al lujo de compartir, le llaman caridad
El arma a elegir, no es generosidad
Arrugada libertad
Las lagrimas se visten de largo
Demasiada tristeza, van a acumulando
Disparan los soldados de las leyes de mercado
Si aun no te han dado, si aun no te han dado
Si aun no te han dado
Disparan balas de fuegos
Palabras que matan
Igual que un cañón
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam
Alguien callo, manos arriba, manos al aire
Manos limpias, moneda al aire, pero alguien callo
Me confieso culpable de no haberte olvidado
Pasaje de nuestra vida, sobre un tren averiado
Se difuminan tus colores, tus olores siguen llegando
Pasajera, libertad...
Ratapampam, Ratatapampam, Ratapam
Ratapampam, Ratatapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam, Ratatapampam, Ratapam
Ratatapampam, Ratatapampam

Ratapampam

She speaks the language of her navel,
The mouths of the chosen ones.
Through their pampered fingers,
They call it freedom.
And their parades of reproaches,
No cuts in their voices.
Their words dried the flowers,
Wilted freedom.
Insults prevail,
The blind man's stick strikes,
Freedom damaged,
Adding and continuing in its account.
With faces covered, with faces covered,
They shoot bullets of fire,
Words that kill,
Just like a cannon.
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam
Someone fell silent, hands up, hands in the air,
Clean hands, coin toss, but someone fell silent.
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam
Someone fell silent, hands up, hands in the air,
Clean hands, coin toss, but someone fell silent.
The office camel,
Eats the 'going' of the excess,
Drunk on your silence,
They call it freedom.
The motive of the crime, they call it necessity,
The luxury of sharing, they call it charity,
The weapon of choice is not generosity,
Wrinkled freedom.
Tears dress up,
Too much sadness, accumulating,
The soldiers of market laws shoot,
If they haven't gotten to you yet, if they haven't gotten to you yet,
If they haven't gotten to you yet.
They shoot bullets of fire,
Words that kill,
Just like a cannon.
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam
Someone fell silent, hands up, hands in the air,
Clean hands, coin toss, but someone fell silent.
I confess to being guilty of not having forgotten you,
Passage of our life, on a broken train.
Your colors fade, your scents still arrive,
Passenger, freedom...
Ratapampam, Ratatapampam, Ratapam
Ratapampam, Ratatapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam, Ratatapampam, Ratapam
Ratatapampam, Ratatapampam