Текст и перевод песни Atupa - Plors i suor

Plors i suor

Plors i suor, el que ens toca aguantar entre tantes misèries
Les ciutats plenes de derrotes amb noms i cognoms en voreres
Persones fartes, la justícia al remat s'ha pres bones vacances
És matar o perdre, mentre altres es posen d'acord per a furtar-te

Món de desastres, l'obvietat ací és utopia impensable
Sobren les cases, el menjar i la roba que a altres els falten
Sobren culpables, que amb somriure a la boca et demanen les gràcies
Sols per l'atzar de, que eixa puta misèria no ens passe a nosaltres

Som els condemnats del projecte
Descartats en les xifres que ells empren
Cossos cansats de buscar solucions al final paguem els de sempre
Plors i suor

Qui ha de pagar el dolor i la incertesa?
No seré jo, mira, no serè jo
Són els culpables d'aquesta desfeta
Buscarem colls, mira, buscarem colls

Comptes, normes, m'empresonen a este desordre,
On parelles a casa treballen amb sous que tenien de joves, fent més hores.
Mira, ho pilles o ho deixes, ja ho acceptaran altres
I a eixe cap no li falta ni un duro després quan va de vacances.

Veig companys que sols amb el sou dels "capdes"
Duen la casa endavant per sos pares
Paguen el màster que els permeta deixar de currar de cambrers
Mares amb fills al carrer, avis cuidant els xiquets, pares aprenen anglès
Busquen un curro de merda per a manar la paga des de l'estranger

He vist robots que malviuen tan sols per a portar endavant la faena
Consumidors amb la pena d'un codi de barres tatuat a l'esquena
La carlota esdevé la moneda, retrobem les arrels del problema
Que d'aquesta n'eixim amb els peus al davant o guanyant la partida al sistema

Som els condemnats del projecte
Descartats en les xifres que ells empren
Cossos cansats de buscar solucions al final paguem els de sempre
Plors i suor

S'embruta el cor, amb el plor en els ulls contemplem el dolor
Quanta gent ha de caure als carrers i penjar-se a sa casa perquè diem prou
Prou! Prou! Jo em baixe d'un món que fa pena
On s'odien companys que somriuen al cap del treball que a tots dos els ofega

No, viure així no és normal. L'angoixa i l'estrès ara ens posen malalts
No, sentiments enfrontats, o trague o m'emporte més d'un per davant
Ho estan tensant tant que quan tots diem ja
Rebentarà a la cara la fúria creada i no es podran amagar

Què van a pagar! Que la merda que diuen no l'hem d'acceptar
El futur que suposen, que diuen les bosses, ens condemna a no tindre un espai
Que ens hem d'ajuntar, perquè aïllats ens ofeguem sense guanyar un pam
Que tremole el poder quan onades de gent es proposen tallar-los el cap

Tears and Sweat

Tears and sweat, what we have to endure among so much misery
Cities full of defeats with names and surnames on the margins
People are fed up, justice, in the end, has taken a good vacation
It is kill or be killed, while others agree to rob you

World of disasters, the obvious here is an unthinkable utopia
There are too many houses, food and clothes that others lack
There are too many culprits, who with a smile on their face ask you for thanks
Only by chance, that fucking misery doesn't happen to us

We are the condemned of the project
Discarded in the numbers they use
Tired bodies looking for solutions, in the end, we always pay
Tears and sweat

Who has to pay for the pain and uncertainty?
It won't be me, look, it won't be me
They are the culprits of this debacle
We will look for necks, look, we will look for necks

Accounts, norms, imprison me in this disorder,
Where couples work at home with salaries they had when they were young, working more hours.
Look, you get it or you leave it, others will accept it
And that boss doesn't lack a dime later when he goes on vacation.

I see colleagues who only with the salary of the "bosses"
They carry the house forward for their parents
They pay for the master's degree that allows them to stop working as waiters
Mothers with children on the street, grandparents taking care of the children, fathers learn English
They are looking for a shitty job to order the payment from abroad

I have seen robots that are abused just to carry out the work
Consumers with the pain of a barcode tattooed on their back
The charlotte becomes the currency, we rediscover the roots of the problem
That we get out of this one with our feet first or by winning the game against the system

We are the condemned of the project
Discarded in the numbers they use
Tired bodies looking for solutions, in the end, we always pay
Tears and sweat

The heart is bruised, with tears in our eyes we contemplate the pain
How many people have to fall in the streets and hang themselves at home before we say enough
Enough! Enough! I get off a world that is a shame
Where colleagues hate each other, they smile at the end of the work that suffocates them both

No, living like this is not normal. Anxiety and stress are making us sick now
No, conflicting feelings, either I shoot or I take more than one in front
They are tightening it so much that when we all say yes
The fury created will rebound in the face and they will not be able to hide

What are they going to pay! That the crap they say we shouldn't accept
The future they suppose, what the bags say, condemns us to not having a space
That we have to get together, because isolated we drown without gaining an inch
Let power tremble when waves of people intend to cut off their heads