Текст и перевод песни Juanafé - Maleducao

Maleducao

Yo protesto a viva voz y no me pida respeto,
Sepa que soy buen sujeto pero mi rabia es atroz.
Pa decirlo soy veloz, no hay que ser muy avispao,
La educación de mercao agranda más la pobreza
Y no me pida fineza porque soy maleducao.

Como flores del desierto, mil paraguas de colores
Multiplican sus verdores en un mar que estaba muerto.
Se iluminan desde adentro los deseos enterraos,
Que los dejen empapaos en la calle a los tramposos
Con los ojos bien llorosos, somos los maleducaos.

No me venda los derechos que son básicos del pueblo,
Ni el agua limpia ni el viento, ni la paz aquí en mi pecho.
Como si fuéramos hechos, mal nacíos, condenaos,
Todo el mundo se ha enterao que nos responden con guerra.
Las escuelas son trincheras, miles de maleducaos.

Somos los maleducaos
No me hable de pobreza, no me pida fineza.
Somos los maleducaos
Se oye un grito en la escuela y nos responden con guerra.
Somos los maleducaos
Somos maleducaos pero somo' avispaos.

Maleducao

I protest loudly and don't ask me to respect,
Rest assure I'm a good person, but my anger is atrocious.
I'm quick to say it, you don't have to be very clever,
Education of the market magnifies poverty
And don't ask me for niceness because I'm ill-mannered.

Like desert flowers, a thousand colorful umbrellas
Multiply their greens in a sea that was dead.
Desires buried within are illuminated,
Let them get soaked in the street like cheaters
With tears in their eyes, we are the ill-mannered.

Don't sell me the rights that are basic to the people,
No clean water, no wind, no peace here in my heart.
As if we were malformed, ill-born, condemned,
The whole world has found out that we are answered with war.
Schools are trenches, thousands of ill-mannered.

We are the ill-mannered
Don't talk to me about poverty, don't ask me for kindness.
We are the ill-mannered
There is a scream in the school and we are answered with war.
We are the ill-mannered
We are ill-mannered but we are wasps.