Paroles et traduction Oscar Chavez - Los Visitadores

Los Visitadores

Se vende mi país por todos lados
La tripa el corazón y los costados
Se vende mi país a cuatro vientos
Su sangre, su sabor, sus alimentos

Se vende mi país cada momento
Su hambre, su dolor, su sentimiento
Se vende mi país con todo y gente
Se vende la palabra "independiente"

Yo no lo vendo, no, porque lo quiero
Yo no lo vendo, no, mejor me muero
Yo no lo vendo, no, porque lo quiero
Yo no lo vendo, no, mejor me muero

Se vende mi país y da coraje
Se vende mi país es un ultraje
Se vende mi país y sus petróleos
Y los santos obispos con sus óleos

Se vende mi país por todas partes
Se vende Antropología y Bellas Artes
Se venden su historia y su destino
Se vende desde el principio su camino

Yo no lo vendo, no, porque lo quiero
Yo no lo vendo, no, mejor me muero
Yo no lo vendo, no, porque lo quiero
Yo no lo vendo, no, mejor me muero

La patria se volvió nones y pares
Se vende hasta el fondo de los mares
Se venden sus montañas y sus ríos
Se venden sus calores y sus fríos

Se venden sus oasis y sus flores
Se vende el amor de mis amores
Se venden las arenas del desierto
Se vende todo lo vivo con lo muerto

Yo no lo vendo, no, porque lo quiero
Yo no lo vendo, no, mejor me muero
Yo no lo vendo, no, porque lo quiero
Yo no lo vendo, no, mejor me muero

Se venden todos los odios y cariños
Se venden los ancianos y los niños
Se venden sus males y placeres
Se venden los hombres y mujeres

Se venden su cercanía y su distancia
Se vende el horizonte de la infancia
Se venden los sueños de su cielo
Y el último suspiro del abuelo

Yo no lo vendo, no, porque lo quiero
Yo no lo vendo, no, mejor me muero
Yo no lo vendo, no, porque lo quiero
Yo no lo vendo, no, mejor me muero

Se vende mi país: está en oferta
Se vende su razón alta y despierta
Se vende su lugar en este mundo
Se vende lo más querido y más profundo

Se vende lo que espera la esperanza
Y el ansia del amor que nunca alcanza
Se vende mi país, se vende en frió
Lo único que tenia que era mío

Yo no lo vendo, no, porque lo quiero
Yo no lo vendo, no, mejor me muero
Yo no lo vendo, no, porque lo quiero
Yo no lo vendo, no, mejor me muero

Se vende el buen ejemplo de aquel padre
Se vende a la mamá que poca madre
Se vende mi país como un relingo
Se vende al extranjero y a lo gringo

Se venden su memoria y sus recuerdos
Lo avientan a las hienas y a los cerdos
Se vende mi país puro y entero
Por un pinche puñado de dinero

Yo no lo vendo, no, porque lo quiero
Yo no lo vendo, no, mejor me muero
Yo no lo vendo, no, porque lo quiero
Yo no lo vendo, no, mejor me muero

The Visitors

My country is being sold everywhere,
Her guts, her heart, and her sides laid bare.
My country is being sold to the four winds,
Her blood, her flavor, her sustenance thinned.

My country is being sold every moment,
Her hunger, her pain, her every sentiment.
My country is being sold, people and all,
Even the word "independent" is up for call.

I won't sell her, no, because I love her,
I won't sell her, no, I'd rather suffer.
I won't sell her, no, because I love her,
I won't sell her, no, I'd rather suffer.

My country is being sold, and it fills me with rage,
My country is being sold, it's an outrage.
My country is being sold, her oil and her gas,
And the holy bishops with their oils and their mass.

My country is being sold in every part,
They're selling Anthropology and Fine Art.
They're selling her history and her destiny,
They're selling her path from the very start, you see.

I won't sell her, no, because I love her,
I won't sell her, no, I'd rather suffer.
I won't sell her, no, because I love her,
I won't sell her, no, I'd rather suffer.

The homeland has become odds and evens,
They're even selling the depths of the oceans.
They're selling her mountains and her rivers,
They're selling her warmth and her winter shivers.

They're selling her oases and her flowers,
They're selling the love of my dearest hours.
They're selling the sands of the desert,
They're selling the living and the dead, I assert.

I won't sell her, no, because I love her,
I won't sell her, no, I'd rather suffer.
I won't sell her, no, because I love her,
I won't sell her, no, I'd rather suffer.

They're selling all the hatred and affection,
They're selling the elderly and the young, what a deception!
They're selling her ills and her pleasures,
They're selling the men and the women, like treasures.

They're selling her proximity and her distance,
They're selling the horizon of childhood innocence.
They're selling the dreams of her sky,
And the last breath of our grandfather, as he did lie.

I won't sell her, no, because I love her,
I won't sell her, no, I'd rather suffer.
I won't sell her, no, because I love her,
I won't sell her, no, I'd rather suffer.

My country is being sold, she's on offer,
They're selling her reason, high and sober.
They're selling her place in this world,
They're selling the dearest and most profound unfurled.

They're selling what hope is waiting for,
And the yearning for love that never reaches the shore.
They're selling my country, they're selling her cold,
The only thing I had that was mine to hold.

I won't sell her, no, because I love her,
I won't sell her, no, I'd rather suffer.
I won't sell her, no, because I love her,
I won't sell her, no, I'd rather suffer.

They're selling the good example of that father,
They're selling the mother, who's hardly a bother.
They're selling my country like a cheap trinket,
They're selling her to foreigners, a bitter biscuit.

They're selling her memory and her souvenirs,
They're throwing her to hyenas and pigs, it appears.
They're selling my country, pure and whole,
For a damn handful of money, that's their goal.

I won't sell her, no, because I love her,
I won't sell her, no, I'd rather suffer.
I won't sell her, no, because I love her,
I won't sell her, no, I'd rather suffer.