Paroles et traduction Portavoz feat. Luanko & Cidtronyck - Witrapain "Estamos De Pie"

Witrapain "Estamos De Pie"

Petu chillkatuken inche
Chillkatufegen, choyugen waria mew, welu newentu txepen
Amulepe taiñ txekan, kuifike mogen
Feymu ta müley fawpüle, taiñ kuifikecheyem

Ingkakeiñ, taiñ kimün nor mogen, femayaiñ, witxapaiñ fill püle mapu azkintuiñ, tamün koila zugu feymu weichatuaiñ, wirakeiñ
Ingkakeiñ, taiñ kimün nor mogen, femayaiñ, witxapaiñ fill püle mapu azkintuiñ, tamün koila zugu feymu weichatuaiñ, wirakeiñ

Iñche ta Andy Ferrer Millanao
Igualito que mi maima, de pelo chuzo y los ojos achina'os
Soy un hijo de la tierra, pero que vuela en la ciudad
Pobla obrera fue la partera de mi identidad
De pasajes mi canto, asfalto y pavimento
Pero bajo el cemento está la mapu de mi ancestro
Despertando el kimün que llevo dentro
Recuperando el feyentun, lo profundo desde mi pueblo
Sacándome ésta cristiandad
Comunicando en comunión como lo hace mi comunidad
Mapuchegen mülepan waria mew
Vuelvo con orgullo y en el beat fluyo como el Lleu Lleu
Quién toca a mi ñuke también me toca a mí
En Wallmapu, Pudahuel, Peñalolén y Conchalí
Hoy vuelvo a mi ñuke, mis manos son pa' ti
Vientos desde el sur en mi piwke vuelve a rugir

Luanko, Millanao, no nos han dominado
Mapuche ta inchiñ weichatukeiñ
Taiñ kimün mew, hemos recuperado
Kiñewaiñ pu che witxapaiñ

Luanko, Millanao, no nos han dominado
Mapuche ta inchiñ weichatukeiñ
Taiñ kimün mew, hemos recuperado
Kiñewaiñ pu che witxapaiñ

Inche ta Gonzalo Luanko Castro
Criado entre los poste, era mi bosque, tímido como niño de campo
Nací sordo mudo de mi mapudugun
Welu kiñe pewma eluenew tañi kewün
La realidad cruda se suda
Hay más cemento pero igual crece foye, paico, llantén y ruda
Me saluda txiwke, willke y chincol
Nos faltó de cabro chico una sopa de napor

Educación chilena nos negó
Historia de Kilapang, Kallfukura, exterminio desplegó
Y nos borró, como Galvarino vengo yo
Nos cortaron las manos, pero colihue me colocó
Como un loco por hablar mapuche en plena ciudad
Nos han robado todo menos el feyentun
Identidad, y por la oralidad
Sabemos que llamaron Chile a toda nuestra tierra

Estamos acá siguiendo este llamado ancestral
Sembrando resistencia pa' cosechar libertad
Soy uno más acá en medio de mi tierra
Me fundo yo con ella mirando a las estrellas

Faw wiñolepan petu müley weichan
Kom tañi pu che lelfün mu ngoimalan
Tañi chaw txipaynawel
Tañi ñuke Millanawel feymu newengen

Witxapratuaiñ taiñ weichan, eymu ta inche ta küymakefiñ feymu ta inchiñ ta mapuchegeyiñ, piki ta kizu

Luanko, Millanao, no nos han dominado
Mapuche ta inchiñ weichatukeiñ
Taiñ kimün mew, hemos recuperado
Kiñewaiñ pu che witxapaiñ

Luanko, Millanao, no nos han dominado
Mapuche ta inchiñ weichatukeiñ
Taiñ kimün mew, hemos recuperado
Kiñewaiñ pu che witxapaiñ

Kiñewaiñ pu che witxapaiñ
Kiñewaiñ pu che witxapaiñ
Kiñewaiñ pu che witxapaiñ
Kiñewaiñ pu che witxapaiñ

Witrapain "We Are Standing"

We are many people, my love,
Many, many people, but few with strength.
Let us take care of our words, let us value them.
Let us gather strength, let us value ourselves.

We will rise, with the strength of our ancestors, we will believe, we will fight for our land and our people, with the power of the condor we will rise again, we will overcome.
We will rise, with the strength of our ancestors, we will believe, we will fight for our land and our people, with the power of the condor we will rise again, we will overcome.

I am Andy Ferrer Millanao
Just like my mother, with spiky hair and slanted eyes
I am a son of the earth, but I fly in the city
The working-class Pobla was the midwife of my identity
My song is from the streets, asphalt and pavement
But under the cement is the map of my ancestry
Awakening the kimün I carry within
Recovering the feyentun, the profound from my people
Taking off this Christianity
Communicating in communion as my community does
Mapuche people are everywhere
I return with pride and flow on the beat like Lleu Lleu
Whoever touches my mother also touches me
In Wallmapu, Pudahuel, Peñalolén and Conchalí
Today I return to my mother, my hands are for you
Winds from the south roar again in my piwke

Luanko, Millanao, they have not dominated us
We Mapuche people have risen again
Within our kimün, we have recovered
We are one people, we fight

Luanko, Millanao, they have not dominated us
We Mapuche people have risen again
Within our kimün, we have recovered
We are one people, we fight

I am Gonzalo Luanko Castro
Raised among the posts, it was my forest, shy like a country boy
I was born deaf and mute of my mapudugun
But a poem opened my heart
Raw reality is sweated out
There is more cement but foye, paico, plantain and rue still grow
Txiwke, willke and chincol greet me
As a young boy we lacked a napor soup

Chilean education denied us
The history of Kilapang, Kallfukura, extermination unfolded
And erased us, like Galvarino I come
They cut off our hands, but colihue put them back on me
Like a madman for speaking Mapuche in the middle of the city
They have stolen everything from us except our feyentun
Identity, and through orality
We know they called all our land Chile

We are here following this ancestral call
Sowing resistance to harvest freedom
I am one more here in the middle of my land
I merge with her looking at the stars

The sun is setting, but we must rise again
Like my people, our struggle will never die
My father is a carpenter
My mother Millanao, we have strength

We fight for our rise, so I will help us, so we will be Mapuche, that's it.

Luanko, Millanao, they have not dominated us
We Mapuche people have risen again
Within our kimün, we have recovered
We are one people, we fight

Luanko, Millanao, they have not dominated us
We Mapuche people have risen again
Within our kimün, we have recovered
We are one people, we fight

We are one people, we fight
We are one people, we fight
We are one people, we fight
We are one people, we fight