Paroles et traduction Mafalda - La Llorona

La Llorona

Pues tenían razón,
Todas las que decían que ahora queda lo peor.
Quién se ríe, quién sonríe, se sincera.
Alguien mira al cielo y dice espera.
Comenzando a recuperar lo humano que me queda,
Me paré a pensar
En aquellas a las que les toca luchar.
Uno, por la homosexualidad normalizada
Dos, por la discapacidad que te hace digna
Tres, por las presas victimas del estado
Cuatro, por las feministas que hacen justicia
Cinco, por las que dan su vida
Seis, veis, sabéis qué hay que hacer
Siete. ...
Ara vos tocar lluitar
Ens toca lluitar
Ara tocarà ser fortes
Ara més que mai.
I ens tocar lluitar
Vos toca lluitar
Ara tocarà ser fortes ara més que mai.
Viva la ley
Viva su ley
Ella me ha encarcelado
Dictaminado, nombrado, casado y postulado.
Cuando la norma cívica transciende
Se transforma en arma política
Ellas las escriben
Solo ellas las entienden.
Tengo la certeza de vivir un hito único
Se requiere de mi fuerza para
Cambiar lo insólito.
Pertenezco al expolio capitalista
Del sur de Europa,
Pertenezco a un país que por el miedo
Vota y apela al fascismo.
Como has podido observar sus leyes nos afectan,
Hipster milita, despierta
Todo es política, da igual
Mires dónde mires, o la fas o te la fan
No me lo invento
No son prejucios
Mi odio hacía ellos tiene nombres y apellidos
Somos conscientes
De nuestra clase nuestro pasado y objetivo
Aprendiendo de lo raro del mundo
Que no es raro sino nuevo y nos enseña desde cero
Marginadas mostradnos el futuro
Y enséñame ese corazón, libertario y puro
(Tengo una niña encerrada en mis ojos)
(Y últimamente solo hace...)
Que llorar
Solo hace que llorar
Solo hace que llorar
Solo hace que llorar
Solo hace que llorar
Solo hace que llorar
Solo hace que llorar
Solo hace que llorar
Solo hace que llorar...
Llorar, llorar... llorar, llorar... llorar, llorar... llorar, llorar...
Uno
Dos
Tres
Basta de llorar
Ahora para afuera que tenemos que pelear
Llorona ya no llores las flores se pudrirán
Y todos sus colores, vaya listo, a marchar
A ocupar este lugar
Si tan solo una manzana seguimos, sí se puede
Del sur de la tierra suenan gritos de mujeres
Alzando voces por las que mataron y no pueden
Quedamos las que estamos, ni una menos, sí se puede
Atrás a tu machismo, machito machista
A tu idea tecnocráctica facho-capitalista
Juguemos al ahorcado, está muriendo el patriarcado
Nos vamos a cobrar todo lo que nos han robado
Uno ... dos ... preparadas? Fuego!
Ara vos tocar lluitar ens toca
Lluitar, ara tocarà ser fortes ara més que mai.
I ens tocar lluitar, vos toca lluitar,
Ara tocarà ser fortes ara més que mai.

The Weeping Woman

They were right,
All those who said the worst is yet to come.
Who laughs, who smiles, be honest.
Someone looks at the sky and says wait.
Starting to recover what's left of my humanity,
I stopped to think
About those who have to fight.
One, for normalized homosexuality
Two, for the disability that makes you worthy
Three, for the prisoners, victims of the state
Four, for the feminists who bring justice
Five, for those who give their lives
Six, see, you know what needs to be done
Seven. ...
Now it's your turn to fight
It's our turn to fight
Now we have to be strong
Now more than ever.
And it's our turn to fight
It's your turn to fight
Now we have to be strong, now more than ever.
Long live the law
Long live their law
It has imprisoned me
Sentenced, named, married, and postulated.
When the civic norm transcends
It becomes a political weapon
They write them
Only they understand them.
I have the certainty of living a unique milestone
My strength is required to
Change the unusual.
I belong to the capitalist plunder
Of Southern Europe,
I belong to a country that out of fear
Votes and appeals to fascism.
As you have seen, their laws affect us,
Hipster, take action, wake up
Everything is political, it doesn't matter
Wherever you look, either you're a fascist or they make you one
I'm not making it up
These are not prejudices
My hatred towards them has names and surnames
We are aware
Of our class, our past and objective
Learning from the strangeness of the world
That is not strange but new and teaches us from scratch
Marginalized ones, show us the future
And show me that heart, libertarian and pure
(I have a girl locked in my eyes)
(And lately all she does is...)
Cry
All she does is cry
All she does is cry
All she does is cry
All she does is cry
All she does is cry
All she does is cry
All she does is cry
All she does is cry...
Cry, cry... cry, cry... cry, cry... cry, cry...
One
Two
Three
Stop crying
Now get out there, we have to fight
Weeping woman, don't cry anymore, the flowers will rot
And all their colors, come on, let's march
To occupy this place
If we just follow one block, yes we can
From the south of the earth, shouts of women are heard
Raising voices for those who were killed and cannot
We remain, those of us who are here, not one less, yes we can
Back off with your machismo, little macho man
With your technocratic, fascist-capitalist idea
Let's play hangman, the patriarchy is dying
We are going to take back everything they have stolen from us
One ... two ... ready? Fire!
Now it's your turn to fight, it's our turn
To fight, now we have to be strong, now more than ever.
And it's our turn to fight, it's your turn to fight,
Now we have to be strong, now more than ever.