Текст и перевод песни Ali Aka Mind - Fire

Fire

Es otra mañana, otro día que desperté
E igual que ayer lamentable no siento la fe

Otra extraña mañana con un café
Recordando aquello bello y eterno que nunca fue

Otra mañana que siento ese no sé qué
Que arremete siempre como una sombra que no se ve

Otra maña diciendo ya no empecé
Otra mañana diciendo ya me cansé

Y es que quien no se cansa de lo que no se brinda
De la desesperanza a la que siempre nos resignan
¿Esta canción es rara, te parece distinta?
Lo raro es que un embajador tenga coca en su finca

Raro que una firma corrupta viva un proceso
Y que el que avale eso lo indulten y salga ileso
Raro es el exceso de robos y el retroceso
Aunque no es raro porque el lobo sabe que nadie lo mete preso

Lo que sí es raro es que salgan unos lobitos
Y quieran convertir al sucio lobo en mito
Que no quieran dar tregua cuando hablen de su erudito
Aún conscientes de sus deudas y el peso de sus delitos

Estamos fritos y casi sin lucidez
Pusimos la estupidez
En las altas cúspides
Con la ley de fierro escribieron sus códices
Por eso hay testaferros y cientos de cómplices

Nuestro erario es hereditario
Y nuestro salario según sabios de la radio es como premio extraordinario
Mientras que en los altos barrios se esconden sus presidarios
En casas relucientes, sonrientes y millonarios

No es raro que les hagan entrevistas
Y los pongas como héroes en portadas de revistas
Los saquen en la tele y les contratan estadistas
Y que esperen que sugiere para que el país resista

Y a su lado una partida de corruptos
Pidiendo indultos tan sucios que es un insulto
Siempre buscando el zurdo y el fruto de lo poluto
Dándose el triste lujo de rendirse ante el absurdo

Y es absurdo porque ganas pero quemas
Y porque incluso lo que amas envenenas
Es como el que te tira para que luego le tires en tus temas
Y no hay tiempo pa' mentiras existen reales problemas

Fire

It's another morning, another day I woke up
And just like yesterday sadly I don't feel the faith

Another strange morning with a coffee
Remembering that beautiful and eternal thing that never was

Another morning that I feel that I don't know what
That always strikes like a shadow that can't be seen

Another morning saying I haven't started yet
Another morning saying I'm tired

And who doesn't get tired of what isn't given
Of the despair to which we are always resigned
Is this song weird, does it seem different to you?
The strange thing is that an ambassador has cocaine on his farm

It's strange that a corrupt firm lives a process
And that the one who endorses that is pardoned and comes out unharmed
The excess of robberies and the setback is strange
But it's not strange because the wolf knows that no one puts him in prison

What's really strange is that some wolf cubs come out
And they want to turn the dirty wolf into a myth
Who doesn't want to give a truce when talking of his scholar
Although they are aware of his debts and the weight of his crimes

We are fried and almost without lucidity
We put the stupidity
In high cusps
They wrote their codes with iron law
That's why there are straw men and hundreds of accomplices

Our treasury is hereditary
And our salary, according to wise radio experts, is like an extraordinary prize
While in the high neighborhoods their prisoners hide
In gleaming, smiling, millionaire houses

It's not strange that they give them interviews
And put them as heroes on magazine covers
They take them out on TV and hire statisticians for them
And they expect them to suggest so that the country can resist

And next to them a gang of corrupt people
Asking for pardons so dirty that it's an insult
Always looking for the left-wing and the fruit of the polluted
Giving themselves the sad luxury of surrendering to the absurd

And it's absurd because you win but you burn
And because you even poison what you love
It's like the one who throws you down so that you can then throw him down in your songs
And there's no time for lies, there are real problems