Текст и перевод песни La Mente - Las Fronteras

Las Fronteras

Revolución vertical, total, no me huele mal endulza la sal
Revolución vertical, total, no me huele mal endulza la sal
Revolución!
Las fronteras,
Cicatrices de las guerras, consulados y embajadas, ¡son huevadas!
Si yo caminando puedo recorrer,
Todos los territorios continentales y por el mar,
Llegar al viejo mundo vamos remando fuerte yo no me hundo.
Las culturas, no figuran en los mapas, las culturas.
Apellidos y nombres que no representan a
Hombres y menos a mujeres que dan la vida.
Hoy mi corazón, esta contento,
Porque su palpitar derrumba el cemento,
De las paredes políticas, de las paredes geopolíticas...

Unos aviones volando, con nuestras cabezas en sus miras...
Todos están las fronteras cruzando,
Eramos los objetivos a aniquilar...
Nos iban sobrevolando...
Nos estaban disparando!!
Todos nosotros corriendo, por nuestras vidas...

Amigo ilegal, recoge tu credencial,
Que la Mente te declare embajador universal.
Que a todos los países que te nieguen la entrada,
Que en vez de un abrazo te reciban con una patada,
Que te cierren las puertas no las necesitas abiertas tu vienes a
Visitar a la gente despierta,
Que ya se dio cuenta que esto de las naciones,
Son puras ilusiones que inventaron los ladrones,
Para poder seguir robando (Noooooo),
Tu sigue caminando hasta donde quieras y ponle tu color a todas las
Banderas, tu sigue caminando hasta donde quieras y ponle tu color a
Todas las banderas; tu color, a todas las banderas; tu color,
A todas las banderas, tu cultura; tu cultura no figura en los mapas,
Tu cultura, mi cultura;
Tu cultura no figura en tu mapas, mi cultura...

Apellidos y nombres que no representan a
Hombres y menos a mujeres que dan la vida.
Hoy mi corazón, esta contento,
Porque su palpitar derrumba el cemento,
De las paredes políticas, de las paredes geopolíticas...

Revolución vertical, total, no me huele mal endulza la sal
Revolución vertical, total, no me huele mal endulza la sal

Tu cultura, mi cultura... Tu cultura...

Las fronteras,
Cicatrices de las guerras, consulados y embajadas, ¡son huevadas!
Son huevadas!
Son huevadas!
Son huevadas!
Son huevadas!
Son huevadas!
Son huevadas!

Borders

Vertical revolution, total, the salt sweetens and doesn't smell bad to me
Vertical revolution, total, the salt sweetens and doesn't smell bad to me
Revolution!
Borders,
Scars of wars, consulates and embassies, they're bullshit!
If I can walk and cover
All the continental territories and by sea,
Reach the old world, let's row hard, I won't drown.
Cultures don't appear on the maps, cultures.
Surnames and names that don't represent
Men and less women that give life.
Today my heart, is happy,
Because its beat tears down the cement,
Of political walls, of geopolitical walls...

Airplanes flying overhead, with our heads in their sights...
They're all crossing the borders,
We were the targets to be annihilated...
They were flying over us...
They were shooting at us!!
All of us running, for our lives...

Undocumented friend, pick up your credentials,
That La Mente declares you universal ambassador.
That all the countries that deny you entry,
That instead of a hug, they receive you with a kick,
That they close the doors for you, you don't need them open, you're coming to
Visit the awakened people,
That have already realized that this thing about nations,
Are pure illusions that the thieves invented,
To be able to keep on stealing (Noooooo),
You keep on walking wherever you want and put your color to all the
Flags, you keep on walking wherever you want and put your color to
All the flags; you color, to all the flags; your color,
To all the flags, your culture; your culture doesn't appear on the maps,
Your culture, my culture;
Your culture doesn't appear on the maps, my culture...

Surnames and names that don't represent
Men and less women that give life.
Today my heart, is happy,
Because its beat tears down the cement,
Of political walls, of geopolitical walls...

Vertical revolution, total, the salt sweetens and doesn't smell bad to me
Vertical revolution, total, the salt sweetens and doesn't smell bad to me

Your culture, my culture... Your culture...

Borders,
Scars of wars, consulates and embassies, they're bullshit!
They're bullshit!
They're bullshit!
They're bullshit!
They're bullshit!
They're bullshit!
They're bullshit!