Paroles et traduction en anglais Victor Heredia - Arrabal Azul

Arrabal Azul

Se exhiben graciosamente y, en las portadas,
Se jactan de sus mansiones y sus mujeres,
Se muestran con tanto orgullo que me dan ganas
De hacerles saber que apestan sus pobres bienes,
No tiene ni puta idea acerca del mundo
Que viven los desterrados hasta el olvido,
Por eso me enferman tanto sus paraísos.
Yo nací en un arrabal azul, y soñé que era igual
A todos los que parieron el día aquel,
Pero descubrí muy pronto que no era así
Los cohetes y serpentinas no eran para mí.

Alertan sobre el avance de los ateos
Y nos prometen la gloria eterna en los cielos.
La tierra es para que paguen con su mortaja
Los hombres y las mujeres que la trabajan.
En un hospital de Quilmes muere otro anciano,
Parece que se olvidaron del viejo hermano,
Y le fracasaron todos los que lo usaron.

Yo nací en un arrabal azul...

Pretenden que ya no existe nuestra esperanza,
En tanto pesan los muertos en sus balanzas.
Es duro entender qué pasa en este presente
Pero, compañeros, hay que apretar los dientes.
La vida florece en cada rayo de luna
Que brilla frente a nosotros y no hay ninguna
Razón para deprimirse, pinto otra cuna.

Yo nací en un arrabal azul y soñé que era igual
A todos los que parieron el día aquel,
Pero descubrí muy pronto que no era así,
Los cohetes y serpentinas no eran para mí.
Yo nací en un arrabal azul, y soñé

Y soñé, y soñé.

Quienes manejan el mundo se ofrecen para que no nos olvidemos de sus rostros.
Que nuestra memoria sea justa con ese esfuerzo.

Blue Slum

They exhibit themselves gracefully, and on the covers,
They boast about their mansions and their women,
They show off with such pride that it makes me want to
Let them know that their poor possessions stink,
You have no fucking idea about the world
That the exiles live in oblivion,
That's why I'm so sick of their paradises.
I was born in a blue slum, and I dreamed that it was the same
As all those who gave birth on that day,
But I discovered very soon that it was not so
The rockets and streamers were not for me.

They warn about the advance of the atheists
And promise us eternal glory in the heavens.
The earth is for them to pay with their shroud
The men and women who work it.
In a hospital in Quilmes another old man dies,
It seems that they have forgotten about the old brother,
And all those who used him failed him.

I was born in a blue slum...

They pretend that our hope no longer exists,
As they weigh the dead on their scales.
It's hard to understand what's happening in this present
But, my friend, we have to grit our teeth.
Life flourishes in every moonbeam
That shines in front of us and there is no reason
To get depressed, I'll paint another cradle.

I was born in a blue slum and I dreamed that it was the same
As all those who gave birth on that day,
But I discovered very soon that it was not so,
The rockets and streamers were not for me.
I was born in a blue slum, and I dreamed

And I dreamed, and I dreamed.

Those who run the world offer themselves so that we don't forget their faces.
May our memory do justice to that effort.