Текст и перевод песни Gransan - Este Es Tu País

Este Es Tu País

Miren bien a este especimen que no pisa el ciber,
Si tu esfinter sigue fiel al semen estare insensible,
¿Eres del Opus Day?, con ese chaleco Hillfiguer,
¿Tu padre es del PP?, te vi gritando Hait Hitler.
En el cine daban La lista de Schindler,
Mientras en la fila 15 tu hija le limpiaba el rifle a un skinhead,
Si solo tiene 13 años,
Pero finge que es experta en que hagan daño en su laringe.
Esplunge, surge la tele publica señores,
Pagada con impuestos de españolas y españoles,
En este pais de pobres con un rey que mantener,
Donde solo se puede ser gay si sales por la tele.
Mira a Yola Berrocal con esa cara de rancia,
Si quieres follar ponle en la cabeza la bandera de Francia,
Y reza un padre nuestro por el nuevo papa,
Haber si hace un milagro y la consigue convertir en guapa.
Zapatero no es hetero,
ZP suena a PP, espero de tu pais otro cenicero,
Pero se que tu gobierno no es de izquierda ni de centro,
Lo siento, solo es del partido del dinero.
Te pinto al oleo, un iraqui vomitando petroleo,
Y en un folio una gaviota con la sangre de su abuelo muerto,
En la invasion de este mundo paralelo de gas-oil,
¿El PSOE socio de Repsol?.
He venido a joder a todo el hip hop estatal,
Con mi disco de metal soy Jesucristo Superstar,
Bienvenidos a mi gran circo mundial,
Fernandisco es George Michael en la epoca de Wang.

Este es tu pais.Cuando la montera se convierte en un tricornio
Y los cuernos del toro ahora son los del demonio,
Y el imperio sugestiona y queremos ser modernos,
Y tomamos como ejemplo el gobierno de McDonalds.
España es diferente pero hay gente que no es consciente
De que constantemente hay pateras que no llegan,
Aquí nadie se acuerda ya de su pasado moro,
Solo cuando llega el ramadan y se quedan sin porros.
El toro de Osborne, el picolo y su uniforme,
La reforma de la LOGSE, la sociedad general de autores españoles,
Estan para protegerte,
Si pero en Bilbao solo los martes y los jueves, ves.
Es como la campaña contra musica pirata
De artistas que matan por ver su jeta en el top manta,
Cantan y no petan en su estilo musical,
Imitan el rap y dicen que hacen R&B nacional.
Gransan,¿que pasa?, han matado a Leticia
Con una bomba lapa en la franquicia de Tecnocasa,
Violencia de genero pero solo masculino,
Al español medio le encantan los eufemismos.
Los mismos que se usan en la constitucion,
Loquillo mete mano a la niña de los Serrano,
¿Tienes a mano tu movil de ultima generación?,
Tengo razón, a que lo estas pagando a plazos.
Nadie controla como controlo la bola, yo como escola,
Ni con consola, ni con ropa de gola,
Ni con coca, ni con coca-cola sola, ni con la moda que molan
Y con tus joyas, ni tu onda, ni tu poya.

Este es tu pais.Juan José Ibarretxe es el nuevo capitan Spook
Y Arzayos es el nuevo capitan del barco de Chanquete,
El no sabe nada de ETA o de las ETT'S,
Solo sabe que es un extraterrestre en este planeta.
Soy apatrida y se algo de euskera,
En herdera digo diria si deberia decir dijera,
Meto a la ministra de vivienda en un piso de treinta metros cuadrados
Y vendo su adosado en teletienda.
El PP dijo que habia sido ETA,
Hasta que encontraron la caseta aquella en la furgoneta,
Vamos hijo, con este Modus Operandi
Que esperaban encontrarse,¿el nuevo disco de Melendi?.
La nueva afición de nazis, la television de Urdaci,
Lo facil que es caer en la manipulacion del ABC,
Se que no elegis a los politicos que valen,
Os reis del terrorismo con disfraces de Bin Laden.
Quieres que te disparen, que maten a tus padres,
Valientes cobardes hablan mas de lo que saben,
Maman glandes grandes y tragan semen,
Se ven en la granja, el hotel glam y semejantes.
Me la suda el PSOE, el PP y el PNV,
Se hechan de menos a los b-boys que bailaban en el BBV,
Ama a tu esposa, no hagas caso a quien acosa
Y eso a decir que amas mas a tu pais que a cualquier cosa.

Este es tu pais.

This Is Your Country

Look closely at this specimen who doesn't set foot on the internet,
If your sphincter remains faithful to semen I'll be insensitive,
Are you from Opus Dei? With that Hilfiger vest,
Is your father in the PP? I saw you shouting "Heil Hitler."
At the cinema, they were showing Schindler's List,
While in row 15 your daughter was cleaning a skinhead's rifle,
She's only 13 years old,
But she pretends to be an expert in inflicting harm with her larynx.
Behold, public television emerges, gentlemen,
Paid for with the taxes of Spanish men and women,
In this country of poor people with a king to maintain,
Where you can only be gay if you appear on television.
Look at Yola Berrocal with that stale face,
If you want to fuck her, put the French flag on her head,
And pray an Our Father for the new Pope,
Maybe he'll perform a miracle and make her beautiful.
Zapatero is not straight,
ZP sounds like PP, I expect another ashtray from your country,
But I know your government is not left-wing or centrist,
I'm sorry, it only belongs to the party of money.
I paint you in oil, an Iraqi vomiting oil,
And on a sheet, a seagull with the blood of its dead grandfather,
In the invasion of this parallel world of gas-oil,
The PSOE partnered with Repsol?.
I have come to fuck up all of the national hip hop,
With my metal album I am Jesus Christ Superstar,
Welcome to my great world circus,
Fernandisco is George Michael in the Wang era.

This is your country. When the montera becomes a tricorn
And the bull's horns are now the devil's,
And the empire suggests, and we want to be modern,
And we take the McDonald's government as an example.
Spain is different, but there are people who are not aware
That constantly there are boats that don't arrive,
Here nobody remembers their Moorish past anymore,
Only when Ramadan arrives, and they run out of joints.
The Osborne bull, the piccolo and its uniform,
The reform of the LOGSE, the Spanish General Society of Authors,
They are here to protect you,
Yes, but in Bilbao only on Tuesdays and Thursdays, you see.
It's like the campaign against music piracy
From artists who would kill to see their face on the top blanket,
They sing and don't fart in their musical style,
They imitate rap and say they do national R&B.
Gransan, what's up? They've killed Leticia
With a limpet bomb in the Tecnocasa franchise,
Gender violence but only masculine,
The average Spaniard loves euphemisms.
The same ones used in the constitution,
Loquillo gropes the girl from Los Serrano,
Do you have your latest generation mobile phone at hand?,
I'm right, you're paying for it in installments, aren't you?.
Nobody controls the ball like I do, I eat like a school,
Not with a console, not with Gola clothes,
Not with coke, not with Coca-Cola alone, not with the fashion they love
And with your jewels, not your vibe, not your dick.

This is your country. Juan José Ibarretxe is the new Captain Spook
And Arzallus is the new captain of Chanquete's boat,
He knows nothing about ETA or temporary employment agencies,
He only knows that he is an alien on this planet.
I'm stateless, and I know some Basque,
In "herdera" I would say "diria" if I should say "dijera",
I put the Minister of Housing in a thirty square meter apartment
And sell her townhouse on TV shopping.
The PP said it had been ETA,
Until they found that little house in the van,
Come on, son, with this Modus Operandi
What did they expect to find? Melendi's new album?.
The new hobby of Nazis, Urdaci's television,
How easy it is to fall for the ABC's manipulation,
I know you don't choose the politicians who are worthy,
You laugh at terrorism with Bin Laden costumes.
You want them to shoot you, kill your parents,
Brave cowards talk more than they know,
They suck big glands and swallow semen,
They are seen on the farm, the glam hotel and the like.
The PSOE, the PP and the PNV sweat on me,
They miss the b-boys who danced on BBV,
Love your wife, don't pay attention to those who harass
And that's to say that you love your country more than anything.

This is your country.