Текст и перевод песни Canserbero - CANción de la Prisión

CANción de la Prisión

En Venezuela existen 17 internados judiciales, 9 centros penitenciarios
1 instituto femenino, 1 centro experimental, 1 penitenciaria
y una cárcel nacional
recintos que según informa el observatorio venezolano de prisiones albergarían una población reclusa de 21.135 reos
de los que sólo el 37% es decir 7.770 personas habrían recibido ya condena
y 12.028 quiénes representarían más de la mitad de la población se encontrarían aún en situación de procesados
26 de junio hoy ya se cumplen 12 meses del día que fallece el único hijo del señor Julio
con solo un disparo murió el niño de 11
por negarse al robo de un matón que todos conocen
desde entonces todas las denuncias son ignoradas nadie ha visto nada, nadie sabe nada, nadie que hace nada
y bajo la almohada e Julio esta la factura
la recarga y jura que esta noche la deuda será
cobrada
miéntras andaba recarga la caseína
como se esperaba
ve al hijueputa después de cuatro esquinas camina lento la cuatro frente a el se para
y apenas le ve la cara Julio
Julio en la cara le
26 de junio hoy ya se cumplen 12 meses del día que fallece el asesino del hijo de un hombre que,
estará encerrado esperando sentencia
hasta que una chequera pueda comprobar su inocencia
díganme como se perdona a un hijueputa
que te mata un ser querido
sin causa inducido por un vicio
este himno es dedicado a
seres humanos encerrados y asesinados antes de un juicio
And here's a song to sing for every man inside
If he can hear you sing, it's an open door
There's not a rich man there who couldn't pay is way
And buy the fredoom that' a high price for the poor
Díganme ustedes cómo se
se perdona un hijueputa que
te mata un ser querido
y en su cráneo una bala le incrusta
si la violencia solo genera más violencia
es obvio que las injusticias también
causan acciones injustas
este es un himno dedicado a esos hermanos embarcados
por esa justicia que tomaron luego con sus manos
señores gobernantes ustedes que harían si esta libre
todavía el que les mate un hijo en sangre fría
la vida es venganza men
aunque en consecuencias te mueras en el presidio esperando juicio y sentencia ven
las negligencias del cuerpo penitenciario que
no regenera si no genera más muertes al barrio pues solo es del barrio el cuerpo de ese infierno mientras cuellos blancos narcos gobiernan estos gobiernos si
Solo es del barrio claro el oprimido eterno
miéntras narcos cuellos blancos cuerpos reparten del cerdo
Yeah, si me preguntan la razón de esta canción inspirada en pro a los derechos humanos en la prisión
les diré que no es pa crear polémicas ni luchas
simplemente es la voz de una gente que nadie escucha
y, por si algún día viera al que mato a mi hermano
y en mi mano hubiera un arma de esas que tanto rechazo
puedo yo entonar este himno a mi mismo
cuando estén poniéndome los aros de acero en los brazos
And here's a song to sing for every man inside
If he can hear you sing, it's an open door
There's not a rich man there who couldn't pay is way
And buy the fredoom that' a high price for the poor
Esto no es polémica esto es un llamado
de parte de los silenciados a los del estado
a pasar un día con los encerrados
por esos que han ignorado y les han robado
voz y voto, vida, sueños, esperanzas
Ahnelos, oportunidad de cambios sinceros, seguridad
entre rejas, balas, odio, muerte
a menos que el dinero en vez de la justicia les de libertad

CANción de la Prisión (Prison Song)

In Venezuela, there are 17 judicial internment centers, 9 penitentiary centers,
1 women's institute, 1 experimental center, 1 penitentiary,
and one national prison.
According to the Venezuelan Observatory of Prisons, these facilities house a prison population of 21,135 inmates,
of which only 37%, that is, 7,770 people, have already received a sentence.
And 12,028, who represent more than half of the population, are still in the process of being processed.
June 26th, today marks 12 months since the day the only son of Mr. Julio passed away.
With just one shot, the 11-year-old boy died
for refusing to be robbed by a thug everyone knows.
Since then, all complaints have been ignored, nobody has seen anything, nobody knows anything, nobody does anything.
And under Julio's pillow is the bill,
the reload, and he swears that tonight the debt will be
collected.
While he was reloading the casein,
as expected,
he sees the son of a bitch after four corners, walks slowly, the .40 in front of him stops,
and as soon as he sees Julio's face,
Julio in his face...
June 26th, today marks 12 months since the day the murderer of the son of a man died,
who will be locked up awaiting sentencing
until a checkbook can prove his innocence.
Tell me, how do you forgive a son of a bitch
who kills a loved one,
induced by a vice, without cause?
This anthem is dedicated to
human beings locked up and murdered before a trial.
And here's a song to sing for every man inside,
If he can hear you sing, it's an open door.
There's not a rich man there who couldn't pay his way
And buy the freedom that's a high price for the poor.
Tell me, how do you
forgive a son of a bitch who
kills a loved one
and embeds a bullet in his skull?
If violence only generates more violence,
it's obvious that injustices also
cause unjust actions.
This is an anthem dedicated to those brothers embarked
by that justice that they later took with their own hands.
Gentlemen rulers, what would you do if the one who killed your son in cold blood was still free?
Life is revenge, man,
even if it means you die in prison awaiting trial and sentencing.
See
the negligence of the penitentiary system that
does not regenerate but generates more deaths to the neighborhood, because only the body of that hell belongs to the neighborhood, while white-collar narcos govern these governments, yes.
Only the eternally oppressed belong to the neighborhood, of course,
while white-collar narcos distribute bodies of the pig.
Yeah, if you ask me the reason for this song inspired in favor of human rights in prison,
I'll tell you it's not to create controversy or struggles,
it's simply the voice of people that nobody listens to.
And, if one day I saw the one who killed my brother
and in my hand there was a weapon of those that I so much reject,
I can sing this hymn to myself
when they are putting the steel rings on my arms.
And here's a song to sing for every man inside,
If he can hear you sing, it's an open door.
There's not a rich man there who couldn't pay his way
And buy the freedom that's a high price for the poor.
This is not controversy, this is a call
from the silenced to those of the state
to spend a day with the locked up,
for those they have ignored and stolen from,
voice and vote, life, dreams, hopes,
longings, opportunity for sincere changes, security,
among bars, bullets, hatred, death,
unless money instead of justice gives them freedom.