Текст и перевод песни Bocafloja feat. Alexandra Blakely & Guerrilla Queenz - Taciturno

Taciturno

Soy el raval de la fachada,
Aquel punjabi que resiste el desalojo, la Alunada.
Soy la semana pasada, de la fogata migratoria.
Soy el ultraje de Melilla, cuando suena esta oratoria.
El paso ajeno en las misiones de un Jury, pero moderno
Que despoja, pinta y borra, sube renta sin acuerdo...
Es la Regina del pelado, del burrón, del agachado.
¡la canción del abonero agazapado!
El crédito fantasma de un danzón no ejecutado
Babel en APEC...
Al acabose de su mano, que cualquier terrateniente reconoce.
Quieren cercar la utilidad, y acordonar la periferia...
Montarles villas con basura, suavizándoles la histeria.
Quieren matar a la bacteria, en cinturones de miseria...
Nos dieron con la escoba, pa' inventar un disimulo
La esencia en su maqueta, es un murmullo taciturno
No quieren que sus perros, incomoden nuestra rabia
No quieren saber nada de mi baile de mi labia
Prefieren todo pulcro en su burbuja necesaria
Echarnos pa' Saturno despojo taciturno
Nos dieron con la escoba, pa' inventar un disimulo
La esencia en su maqueta, es un murmullo taciturno
Nos dieron con la escoba, pa' inventar un disimulo
La esencia en su maqueta, es un murmullo taciturno
Llega la Puebla del Mixteco
A regodearse con quisqueya, por un puesto en la merienda...
En gris pa' la atención de la trastienda.
Campanas de Belén firman el cheque de vivienda.
Tiene perlas, que incomodan al tirano;
Le nublan el paisaje al usurero de este llano,
Las jornaleras de amnistía, van cepillando con la vaina,
Justificando el pueblo nuevo, encareciendo la cabaña,
¡el viaje inútil peregrino! bajo el nombre del progreso y desarrollo.
La zona sana y productiva sin la bestia y su meollo.
¡va del gitano que el turista desconoce!
Al acabose de su mano, que cualquier terrateniente reconoce.
Quieren cercar la utilidad, y acordonar la periferia
Quieren matar a la bacteria en cinturones de miseria...
Nos dieron con la escoba, pa' inventar un disimulo
La esencia en su maqueta, es un murmullo taciturno
No quieren que sus perros, incomoden nuestra rabia
No quieren saber nada de mi baile de mi labia
Prefieren todo pulcro en su burbuja necesaria
Echarnos pa' Saturno despojo taciturno

Taciturn

I am the slum behind the facade,
That Punjabi resisting eviction, the moonlit one.
I am last week's embers, from the migratory bonfire.
I am the outrage of Melilla, when this oratory resounds.
The alien step in the missions of a jury, but modern,
That dispossesses, paints and erases, raises rent without agreement...
It's the queen of the bald, the blotted, the crouched.
The song of the lurking fertilizer!
The phantom credit of an unexecuted danzón,
Babel in APEC...
At the mercy of his hand, which any landowner recognizes.
They want to fence off utility and cordon off the periphery...
Build them villas with garbage, softening their hysteria.
They want to kill the bacteria in belts of misery...
They swept us away, to invent a cover-up,
The essence in their model, is a taciturn murmur,
They don't want their dogs to disturb our rage,
They don't want to know anything about my dance, my talk,
They prefer everything pristine in their necessary bubble,
To cast us to Saturn, taciturn spoils.
They swept us away, to invent a cover-up,
The essence in their model, is a taciturn murmur,
They swept us away, to invent a cover-up,
The essence in their model, is a taciturn murmur,
The Puebla of the Mixteco arrives,
To revel with Quisqueya, for a place in the snack...
In gray for the attention of the back room.
Bells of Bethlehem sign the housing check.
It has pearls, that bother the tyrant;
They cloud the landscape for the usurer of this plain,
The amnesty laborers, are brushing with the sheath,
Justifying the new town, making the cabin more expensive,
The useless pilgrim's journey! under the name of progress and development.
The healthy and productive zone without the beast and its core.
It goes from the gypsy that the tourist doesn't know!
At the mercy of his hand, which any landowner recognizes.
They want to fence off utility and cordon off the periphery,
They want to kill the bacteria in belts of misery...
They swept us away, to invent a cover-up,
The essence in their model, is a taciturn murmur,
They don't want their dogs to disturb our rage,
They don't want to know anything about my dance, my talk,
They prefer everything pristine in their necessary bubble,
To cast us to Saturn, taciturn spoils.