Paroles et traduction Miss Bolivia - Gente Que No

Gente Que No

Hay gente mentirosa, gente policía;
Hay gente de mierda, y gente que no,
Gente que no, gente que no-Oo-Oo-Oo.
Hay gente que te dice que tenés que trabajar,
Gente que te dice que tenés que estudiar,
Gente que te dice que tenés un problema existencial,
Y gente que no, gente que no, gente que no-Oo-Oo-Oo.
Tus viejos te molestan y te quieren ver triunfar,
Te quieren bien arriba de la escala social,
Te llenan bien las bolas, te quieren matar,
Y vos sólo querés mandarlos a cagar.
Hay gente que te banca, gente que no;
Hay gente que te escucha, gente que no;
Hay gente que te invita a su casa a dormir,
Gente que te deja en la calle morir.
Y vos, ¿quién sos?
No mires al costado, no te hagás el pescado,
No te creás que le hablo al de al lado porque te hablo a vos, ¿quién sos?
¿Que carajo estás haciendo de tu vida?
¿Qué carajo vas a hacer de vos?
¡Querés ser policía, querés ser ladrón!
¡Querés ser un concheto, querés ser el show!
¡Querés ser un careta, querés ser drogón!
Y yo no, gente que no, gente que no-Oo-Oo-Oo
Para bailar, con Miss Bolivia. Wacho, wacha
Quiero ser un dealer con plata, no quiero ser un hippie ni un pan,
No quiero que me llenen la cabeza con mierda,
No quiero que me digan lo que debo pensar, pensar, no quiero pensar.
Gente que no, gente que no-Oo-Oo-Oo
¡Cumbia!
Gente que no, gente que no, gente que no-Oo-Oo-Oo

Gente Que No

There are lying people, people who are police;
There are shitty people, and people who are not,
People who are not, people who are not-Oo-Oo-Oo.
There are people who tell you that you have to work,
People who tell you that you have to study,
People who tell you that you have an existential problem,
And people who are not, people who are not, people who are not-Oo-Oo-Oo.
Your parents bother you and want to see you succeed,
They want you to be at the top of the social ladder,
They really piss you off, they want to kill you,
And all you want to do is tell them to fuck off.
There are people who support you, people who don't;
There are people who listen to you, people who don't;
There are people who invite you to their house to sleep,
People who leave you on the street to die.
And you, who are you?
Don't look to the side, don't pretend to be innocent,
Don't think I'm talking to the person next to you because I'm talking to you, who are you?
What the hell are you doing with your life?
What the hell are you going to do with yourself?
You want to be a cop, you want to be a thief!
You want to be a poser, you want to be the show!
You want to be a hypocrite, you want to be a drug addict!
And I don't, people who don't, people who don't-Oo-Oo-Oo
To dance, with Miss Bolivia. Dude, dudette
I want to be a dealer with money, I don't want to be a hippie or a bum,
I don't want them to fill my head with crap,
I don't want them to tell me what I should think, think, I don't want to think.
People who are not, people who are not-Oo-Oo-Oo
Cumbia!
People who are not, people who are not, people who are not-Oo-Oo-Oo