Paroles et traduction Marwan - Meninos Da Rua

Meninos Da Rua

Naciste sobre un sucio trapo en tu casa .
Una favela de Brasil.
Naciste con la cruz del pobre a la espalda .
Con un cartón como cojín.
Naciste y te bautizaron con hambre
Y te apellidaron miseria.
Naciste y estrenaste vida sin padre.
Naciste . esa fue tu sentencia.

Creciste viviendo la droga en la plaza .
El pegamento no dio tregua.
Creciste descalzo aunque era en el alma
Donde te salían las durezas.
Creciste sin más profesor que la calle .
Sin más ley que la de la fuerza.
Creciste y te quedó tres tallas grande
Lo que sucedía en la acera.

Tus sueños tenían forma de balón,
Vigila tus pasos pues vendrá el escuadrón .
Niño vagabundo es carne de cañón .
Meninos da rua .

Tus sueños tenían forma de balón,
Vigila tus pasos pues vendrá el escuadrón .
Niño vagabundo es carne de cañón .
Meninos da rua .
Meninos da rua .

Viviste teniendo sólo una alegría,
El mundial que ganó Brasil.
Viviste creyendo que el destino en la vida
Sólo consistía en morir.
Viviste con la palabra precintada,
No te fiabas ni de ti.
Viviste no dejando que te pisaran,
Golpeaste por no recibir.

Tus sueños tenían forma de balón,
Vigila tus pasos pues vendrá el escuadrón .
Niño vagabundo es carne de cañón .
Meninos da rua .

Tus sueños tenían forma de balón,
Vigila tus pasos pues vendrá el escuadrón .
Niño vagabundo es carne de cañón .
Meninos da rua .
Meninos da rua .

Moriste a esa hora en que los gallos
Hacían de despertador.
Moriste y en el suelo dejaste un charco
De sangre que a nadie importó.
Moriste como un niño viejo que andaba
Jugando a nada y perdió.
Moriste y nadie te echó en falta
Porque otro menino nació.

Tus sueños tenían forma de balón,
Pero se pinchó el día en que llegó el escuadrón .
Niño vagabundo fue carne de cañón .
Meninos da rua .

Tus sueños tenían forma de balón,
Pero se pinchó el día en que llegó el escuadrón .
Niño vagabundo fue carne de cañón .
Meninos da rua .
Meninos da rua .
Meninos da rua .
Meninos da rua .

Street Boys

You were born on a dirty rag in your house,
A favela in Brazil.
You were born with the cross of the poor on your back,
With a cardboard as a cushion.
You were born and baptized with hunger
And you were given the last name misery.
You were born and you started life without a father.
You were born, that was your sentence.

You grew up living on drugs in the square,
Glue didn't give mercy.
You grew up barefoot although it was in your soul
Where the hardness came out.
You grew up with no other teacher than the street,
With no other law than the law of force.
You grew up and you were three sizes too big
What was happening on the sidewalk.

Your dreams had the shape of a ball,
Watch your steps because the squadron will come.
Vagrant child is cannon fodder.
Street boys.

Your dreams had the shape of a ball,
Watch your steps because the squadron will come.
Vagrant child is cannon fodder.
Street boys.
Street boys.

You lived having only one joy,
The World Cup that Brazil won.
You lived believing that destiny in life
Consisted only in dying.
You lived with the word sealed,
You didn't trust even yourself.
You lived not letting them step on you,
You hit so as not to receive.

Your dreams had the shape of a ball,
Watch your steps because the squadron will come.
Vagrant child is cannon fodder.
Street boys.

Your dreams had the shape of a ball,
Watch your steps because the squadron will come.
Vagrant child is cannon fodder.
Street boys.
Street boys.

You died at the hour when the roosters
Were waking up.
You died and on the ground you left a puddle
Of blood that nobody cared about.
You died like an old child who walked around
Playing at nothing and lost.
You died and nobody missed you
Because another child was born.

Your dreams had the shape of a ball,
But it was punctured the day the squadron arrived.
Vagrant child was cannon fodder.
Street boys.

Your dreams had the shape of a ball,
But it was punctured the day the squadron arrived.
Vagrant child was cannon fodder.
Street boys.
Street boys.
Street boys.
Street boys.