Текст и перевод песни Inspector - América Latina

América Latina

Para el mundo algunos somos de tercera categoria
Paises en desarroyo, sin clara soberania
Crecen nuestras ciudades con estandares iguales
Justicia para algunos, lo que sobra para el que alcance.
Nacimos de la conquista, de la mezcla de varias sangres
Con el orgullo de quien pelea por defender a sus padres.
"Lo veo venir, se acerca a mi
Es un gigante que viene armado
Ofrece sus servicios y presta sus soldados
Al mas necesitado,
No me pide nada a cambio solo busca "amistad"
Yo no creo en ese cuento para mi es la misma historia,
No me vengas a contar.
"Coro"
Viviendoooo, viviendo estoy en la america latina. (x2)
Nacimos de la conquista, de la mezcla de varias sangres
Con el orgullo de quien pelea por defender a sus padres.
Nacimos, despus morimos, en la tiera que quisimos
El cielo es para los niños lo que sobra lo repartimos.
"Coro" (x2)

Latin America

To the world, some think of us as third class citizens
Developing countries, with little sovereignty of our own
Our cities are growing, but by the same standards
Justice for the chosen few, and leftovers for those who can make do.
We were born of conquest, of the blending of many bloodlines
And we will fight to defend our parents until the day we die.
"I see it coming, it's right on my doorstep,
A great beast approaches, armed to the teeth.
It offers its services, and provides its soldiers,
To those most in need,
And all it asks in return is your so-called friendship.
But I don't believe in its honeyed words, I've heard this story before.,
So don't try to spin me your yarn.
"Chorus"
Live on, my dear, I'm alive in Latin America. (x2)
We were born of conquest, of the blending of many bloodlines
And we will fight to defend our parents until the day we die.
We are born, and then we die, in the land we love
Heaven is for the children, and leftovers are all we have.
"Chorus" (x2)