Текст и перевод песни Buena Fe - Hipibano

Hipibano

Yo soy un hipibano,
Una canción clandestina,
Un corazón en la mano;
Viviendo en la comuna,
De las mentes desnudas,
Que no tienen salario.
Yo soy un hipibano,
Que queria mostrar,
Que era posible mi hermano;
Parar guerras con flores,
Y expandir con el humo,
El alma del ser humano.
Ya yo llegue tarde a las revoluciones,
Me quedé con la resaca de las emociones,
Y me fui al cubanaleco,
A encontrarme con los chicos de la flor,
Mi tribu siempre fue la mejor;
Yo solo queria el pelo largo,
Y cantar unas baladas suaves,
Hay que saber mirar hacia atras.
Yo soy un hipibano,
Una canción clandestina,
Un corazón en la mano;
Como mi amigo Santiago.
Viviendo en la comuna,
De las mentes desnudas,
Que no tienen salario.
Me cuadraba su vestuario.
Yo soy un hipibano,
Que queria mostrar,
Que era posible mi hermano;
Y Silvio era el decano.
Parar guerras con flores,
Y expandir con el humo,
El alma del ser humano.
Y arriesgo lo que queda ya de mi,
Borracho aun con mas sed.
No temo a fuegos del frenesí,
No teman herirme bien.
Renasco mientra mas agonico,
Susurra mi naturaleza.
No hay nada mas alucionogeno,
Que shutarse en vena toda la belleza.
Yo soy un hipibano,
Una canción clandestina,
Un corazón en la mano;
El paris de aquel verano.
Viviendo en la comuna,
De las mentes desnudas,
Que no tienen salario.
Yo era un lobo estepario.
Yo soy un hipibano,
Que queria mostrar,
Que era posible mi hermano;
Parar guerras con flores,
Y expandir con el humo,
El alma del ser humano.
Y me veras cantando y dando guerra en la evolucion,
Porque insisto nuevamente en responder al reves,
Y aun sigo reciclando mi amor del sol, dueño del azul,
El credo de que hoy no queda mucho por creer,
Y asi soy hipi por total y plena exactitud,
Lo se por esa vieja foto en que no estoy, pero pudo ser.
Hay que shutarse en vena toda la belleza,
Sin imaginacion el colar como stresa,
Vagando voy por san fransisco,
Y ponme musica indu pa bailar en la disco,
Traigo la pasion de un pueblo originario,
Un songo de Juan Formell y una balada a Paul Simon.
Yo soy un hipibano,
Una canción clandestina,
Un corazón en la mano;
Viviendo en la comuna,
De las mentes desnudas,
Que no tienen salario.

Hipibano

I am a hipibano,
A clandestine song,
A heart in my hand;
Living in the commune,
Of naked minds,
That have no salary.
I am a hipibano,
Who wanted to show,
That it was possible, my brother;
To stop wars with flowers,
And expand with smoke,
The soul of the human being.
I arrived late to the revolutions,
I was left with the hangover of emotions,
And I went to the Cubanaleco,
To meet the flower children,
My tribe was always the best;
I just wanted long hair,
And to sing soft ballads,
You have to know how to look back.
I am a hipibano,
A clandestine song,
A heart in my hand;
Like my friend Santiago.
Living in the commune,
Of naked minds,
That have no salary.
I liked his clothes.
I am a hipibano,
Who wanted to show,
That it was possible, my brother;
And Silvio was the dean.
To stop wars with flowers,
And expand with smoke,
The soul of the human being.
And I risk what's left of me,
Drunk, even thirstier.
I don't fear the fires of frenzy,
Don't be afraid to hurt me well.
I am reborn the more agonizing,
My nature whispers.
There is nothing more hallucinogenic,
Than shooting all the beauty into your veins.
I am a hipibano,
A clandestine song,
A heart in my hand;
The Paris of that summer.
Living in the commune,
Of naked minds,
That have no salary.
I was a steppe wolf.
I am a hipibano,
Who wanted to show,
That it was possible, my brother;
To stop wars with flowers,
And expand with smoke,
The soul of the human being.
And you'll see me singing and fighting in the evolution,
Because I insist again on answering in reverse,
And I still recycle my love of the sun, owner of the blue,
The creed that today there is not much to believe,
And so I am a hippie by total and full accuracy,
I know it from that old photo where I'm not, but could have been.
You have to shoot all the beauty into your veins,
Without imagination, the necklace like stress,
I wander through San Francisco,
And put on some Hindu music for me to dance in the disco,
I bring the passion of an indigenous people,
A songo by Juan Formell and a ballad to Paul Simon.
I am a hipibano,
A clandestine song,
A heart in my hand;
Living in the commune,
Of naked minds,
That have no salary.