Paroles et traduction Vicente Garcia feat. El Grupo de Salve de Mata Los Indios - Zafra Negra

Zafra Negra

A mi me duele, a mi me duele
Una muralla que endurece el corazón
A mi me duele, a mi me duele
Una muralla que se hierbe en tu interior

Zafra Negra del otro lado es igual
Estoy sudando la pena, por no tener un costal
Gente buena, la de abajo, la que mocha y pone el blog
La que hace el trabajo duro, sudando de sol a sol

Quien dice de donde son, los que sangran de este lado
Quien patea al hombre humilde, y eres dueño del esclavo
Siempre la mismita vaina desde hace ya cinco siglos
Pero aquí somos toditos

A mi me duele, a mi me duele
Una muralla que endurezca el corazón
La piel es dura y no se ablanda
Con la sangre de tu hermano labrador

A mi me duele, a mi me duele
Una muralla quese hierbe en tu interior
La sangre roja y se derrama con la espuma
De un racismo aterrador

Venimos del mismo sitio, vinimos del mismo saco
África fue confiscada y nos metieron en un barco
Risa dulce que dio un salto, zafra negra brinca el charco
La cara de la moneda y el tabaco

Niños sembrando raíces en la arena
Bailando la mar, que no conoce más nadie
Que los vecinos de su palmar
Mi palmar es de todos
Si esto es entre arena y mar

A mi me duele, a mi me duele
Una muralla que endurezca el corazón
La piel es dura y no se ablanda
Con la sangre de tu hermano labrador

A mi me duele, a mi me duele
Una muralla que se hierbe en tu interior
La sangre roja y se derrama con la espuma
De un racismo aterrador

Pana mayor justicia
Pana mayor libertad
Son de valores corruptos
Alcauetiando la capital
Pana mejorar tus hijos
Pana mayor igualdad
Pana mayor son los frutos
Que da la semilla que da granbua

Pana mayor justicia
Pana mayor libertad
Son de valores corruptos
Alcauetiando la capital
Pana mejorar tus hijos
Pana mayor igualdad
Pana mayor son los frutos
Que da la semilla que da granbua

Granbo y granbua
Se va granbua
Granbo, granbua
Ma queti pille male

Granbo y granbua
Se va granbua
Granbo, granbua
Ma queti pille male

Black Harvest

It hurts me, it hurts me
A wall that hardens the heart
It hurts me, it hurts me
A wall that boils inside you

Black Harvest on the other side is the same
I'm sweating the pain, for not having a sack
Good people, the ones below, the ones who grind and put up the blog
The ones who do the hard work, sweating from sun to sun

Who says where they're from, those who bleed on this side
Who kicks the humble man, and you're the owner of the slave
Always the same thing for five centuries now
But here we are all together

It hurts me, it hurts me
A wall that hardens the heart
The skin is hard and does not soften
With the blood of your farmer brother

It hurts me, it hurts me
A wall that boils inside you
The blood is red and spills with the foam
Of a terrifying racism

We come from the same place, we came from the same sack
Africa was confiscated and they put us on a boat
Sweet laughter that took a leap, black harvest jumps the pond
The face of the coin and the tobacco

Children planting roots in the sand
Dancing the sea, that no one else knows
Than the neighbors of his palm grove
My palm grove belongs to everyone
If this is between sand and sea

It hurts me, it hurts me
A wall that hardens the heart
The skin is hard and does not soften
With the blood of your farmer brother

It hurts me, it hurts me
A wall that boils inside you
The blood is red and spills with the foam
Of a terrifying racism

Brother, more justice
Brother, more freedom
They are of corrupt values
Scheming the capital
Brother, improve your children
Brother, more equality
Brother, greater are the fruits
That the seed that gives granbua gives

Brother, more justice
Brother, more freedom
They are of corrupt values
Scheming the capital
Brother, improve your children
Brother, more equality
Brother, greater are the fruits
That the seed that gives granbua gives

Granbo and granbua
Granbua goes away
Granbo, granbua
Don't let evil catch me

Granbo and granbua
Granbua goes away
Granbo, granbua
Don't let evil catch me