Paroles et traduction Rapsoda - Viajeros (remasterizada)

Viajeros (remasterizada)

Va dedicado a los viajeros de todos los lugares
Las fronteras solo son internacionales barreras mentales

Uno, cuando el hambre pide y no hay que dar lo tomas
Dos, no hay fronteras pa poner mi hogar ni en broma
Tres, el viajero aprende se mezcla y explora
Cuatro, turistas ven a través de las fotos que roban
Uno, cuando el hambre pide y no hay que dar lo tomas
Dos, no hay fronteras pa poner mi hogar ni en broma
Tres, el viajero aprende se mezcla y explora
Cuatro, turistas ven a través de las fotos que roban

Uno, viajero por necesidad suprema,
Vida quema y es más, juegan por la vía extrema.
La muerte rema en las pateras que envenena,
La mala suerte puja y trunca sueños que se anhelan.
El hambre empuja, si sale bien,
No entiende ni tiene carnet,
Atrapao en la red no pierde fe,
Curra diez horas suele ser pa un estafador,
Polis huelen pre-sos, para el cie el ojo avizor,
Tierra prometida, el típico mito
Donde te juegas el tipo para ser otro proscrito.
Engañao, mas con proyectos por delante
Ha demostrao, coraje respeto para el inmigrante

Dos, en pos de mejor condiciones llega en un vuelo
Con pena e ilusiones este segundo viajero
España emigró y se exilio hasta los ochenta
La crisis recordó donde quedó nuestra esencia,
Más facilidad papeles en legalidad
One dreams asiduidad en locutorios conversar sin fin.
Viviendo un tetris en un cuchitril hostil,
Y así ahorrar en keli, pa mandar mas guita a su país.
Culturales y sociales trabas a su paso,
Gente buena a pares y demonios del re-chazo,
Inmigración fra-caso de este sistema,
El mundo una sola nación pa que se acabe este problema.

Uno, cuando el hambre pide y no hay que dar lo tomas
Dos, no hay fronteras pa poner mi hogar ni en broma
Tres, el viajero aprende se mezcla y explora
Cuatro, turistas ven a través de las fotos que roban
Uno, cuando el hambre pide y no hay que dar lo tomas
Dos, no hay fronteras pa poner mi hogar ni en broma
Tres, el viajero aprende se mezcla y explora
Cuatro, turistas ven a través de las fotos que roban

Tres viajero por una propia inquietud,
Actitud, sin un chavo y no le frena ni un alud,
él se cuida, es calle se mueve con soltura,
Se cultiva, aprende abre la mente a otras culturas
No se encierra quiere ver, bebe de su fuente
La tierra lees, si conoces a su gente
Vivir en guetos playas contactos de viajero,
No todo es monumentos, amigos en el mundo entero,
Improvisa el rumbo
Sin hotel con un par y sin pasta para descubrir el mundo,
Buscando curro para remontar el vuelo,
Diarrea como bienvenida pero luego como nuevo

Cuatro, turistas de corto espacio de tiempo,
Prefieren guías y rápidas visitas a monumentos,
Gustan de agencias, copitas palmeras
Se mueven cerca del hotel para rentar la pulsera
Van a tomar por culo, hamaca, playa y bañador.
No ven na, el mismo plan que en Benidorm,
No van solos, por miedo, sonsacan sus talegos
Son llevados a mercados como a un puñado de borregos.
Allí se integran con nativos o lo intentan,
Cultura que descubren es lo que está en venta,
Baja la cuenta no es tiempo pa ser tacaño
Narran, que pa eso trabajan bien duro todo el año

Uno, cuando el hambre pide y no hay que dar lo tomas
Dos, no hay fronteras pa poner mi hogar ni en broma
Tres, el viajero aprende se mezcla y explora
Cuatro, turistas ven a través de las fotos que roban
Uno, cuando el hambre pide y no hay que dar lo tomas
Dos, no hay fronteras pa poner mi hogar ni en broma
Tres, el viajero aprende se mezcla y explora
Cuatro, turistas ven a través de las fotos que roban

Travelers (remastered)

It is dedicated to travelers from all over the world,
Borders are only international mental barriers.

One, when hunger calls and there is nothing to give, you take it.
Two, there are no borders to place my home, not even as a joke.
Three, the traveler learns, blends, and explores.
Four, tourists see through the photos they steal.
One, when hunger calls and there is nothing to give, you take it.
Two, there are no borders to place my home, not even as a joke.
Three, the traveler learns, blends, and explores.
Four, tourists see through the photos they steal.

One, traveler by supreme necessity,
Life burns and what's more, they play by the extreme way.
Death rows on the rafts that it poisons,
Bad luck bids and truncates dreams that are longed for.
Hunger pushes, if it goes well,
It doesn't understand nor have a license,
Trapped in the net, you don't lose faith,
Heals for ten hours, it is usually for a con man,
Police smell pre-sos, the watchful eye for the sky,
Promised land, the typical myth
Where you play the guy to be another outcast.
Deceived, but with projects ahead
He has shown courage, respect for the immigrant

Two, in pursuit of better conditions, he arrives on a flight.
With sorrow and illusions, this second traveler.
Spain emigrated and went into exile until the eighties.
The crisis reminded us where our essence remained.
More ease, papers in legality.
One dreams of assiduity in locutorios, talking endlessly.
Living a Tetris in a hostile cubicle,
And thus save in Keli, to send more money to his country.
Cultural and social obstacles in their path,
Good people in pairs and demons of rejection,
Immigration failure of this system,
The world, a single nation to end this problem.

One, when hunger calls and there is nothing to give, you take it.
Two, there are no borders to place my home, not even as a joke.
Three, the traveler learns, blends, and explores.
Four, tourists see through the photos they steal.
One, when hunger calls and there is nothing to give, you take it.
Two, there are no borders to place my home, not even as a joke.
Three, the traveler learns, blends, and explores.
Four, tourists see through the photos they steal.

Three, traveler out of his own restlessness,
Attitude, without a penny and not even an avalanche stops him,
he takes care of himself, he is street, he moves with ease,
He cultivates himself, learns, opens his mind to other cultures,
He doesn't lock himself up, he wants to see, he drinks from his fountain,
You read the land, if you know its people,
Living in ghettos, beaches, traveler contacts,
Not everything is monuments, friends all over the world,
Improvise the course
Without a hotel, with a couple, and without pasta to discover the world,
Looking for a job to get back on track,
Diarrhea as a welcome but then good as new.

Four, tourists with a short space of time,
They prefer guides and quick visits to monuments,
They like agencies, little palm trees,
They move near the hotel to rent the bracelet.
They go to hell, hammock, beach, and swimsuit.
They don't see anything, the same plan as in Benidorm,
They don't go alone, out of fear, they squeeze their bags.
They are taken to markets like a handful of sheep.
There they integrate with natives or try to,
The culture they discover is what is for sale,
Lower the bill, it's not time to be stingy.
They say that's why they work hard all year round.

One, when hunger calls and there is nothing to give, you take it.
Two, there are no borders to place my home, not even as a joke.
Three, the traveler learns, blends, and explores.
Four, tourists see through the photos they steal.
One, when hunger calls and there is nothing to give, you take it.
Two, there are no borders to place my home, not even as a joke.
Three, the traveler learns, blends, and explores.
Four, tourists see through the photos they steal.