Текст и перевод песни Governors - X & Y

X & Y

Zakila edo bulba izateak
Bihurtzen gaitu A edo B,
Baina betidanik jakin izan duzu
Beste aukera batzuk badaude
Ta txikitatik sentitu sara ezberdin
Ta txikitatik sentitu ere
Ikastetxeak testu liburuetan
Emandako bi definizioak arrotz

Definitu behar zaituzte euren
Izana galtzeko beldurrez
Ezberdin direnak zapaltzen dituzte
Eta seinalatu hatzamarrez
Inoiz baino politago jantzi zaitez
Ta irten kalera barrez
Ze naturala da izatea
Zakildun emakume
Aludun gizon

Kaleko lau garun grisen
Begiraden gainetik zaude,
Euren korapiloekin
Inoiz
Kezkatzeko beharrik gabe.
Ta uler,
Bai uler,
Arazoa eurek dute;
Buruen
Barruen,
Atzerakoi kuadrila horrek.

Zuk bakarrik dakizu zer zaren
Izan emakume, izan gizon
Egongo dira ulertzen ez dutenak
Ez zaitez haiei begira egon
Gizatasuna aspaldi galdu
Zuten eta antza eztakite non
Zuk bakarrik dakizu zu zein zaren
Izan Mikel Jone edo Ane Jon

Izan libre
Konplejuak erre,
Utzi harrie
Goroldio gabe.
Bihur zaitez
Tximeleta bat lez
Pupa grise
Apurtute

Kaleko lau garun grisen
Begiraden gainetik zaude,
Euren korapiloekin
Inoiz
Kezkatzeko beharrik gabe.
Ta uler,
Bai uler,
Arazoa eurek dute;
Buruen
Barruen,
Atzerakoi kuadrila horrek.

Buruen
Barruen,
Zaborra besterik ez dute.

X & Y

Darling, being a boy or a girl
Makes you A or B,
But you always knew
There are other alternatives
And from childhood you felt a different glow
And from childhood you also felt
School in textbooks
The two definitions given are strange

They need to define you as their own
For fear of losing their being
They crush those who are different
And point fingers
Dress up prettier than ever
And go out laughing
'Cause it's natural to be
A woman with a penis
A man with a vulva

You are above the gaze of
The four gray brains in the street,
With their hang-ups
Never
Having to worry about it.
And understand,
Yes, understand,
The problem is theirs;
In their heads
In their guts,
That backward crew.

Only you know what you are
Be a woman, be a man
There will be those who do not understand
Don't look at them
They lost their humanity long ago
And it seems they don't know where
Only you know who you are
Be Michael Jane or Anne John

Be free
Burn complexes,
Leave stones
Without lichen.
Become
Like a butterfly
Gray pupa
Broken

You are above the gaze of
The four gray brains in the street,
With their hang-ups
Never
Having to worry about it.
And understand,
Yes, understand,
The problem is theirs;
In their heads
In their guts,
That backward crew.

In their heads
In their guts,
They have nothing but garbage.