Текст и перевод песни Los Aldeanos - Niñito cubano

Niñito cubano

Esta va dedicada a los que saben querer
A los que son la esperanza del mundo
En especial a los niños cubanos, es la aldea

Yo, yo... otra mañana, el sol entra por tu ventana
Un despertar identico al de ayer
El deber te llama, saltas de la cama y sabes lo que sigue
Un pan vacio, algun liquido frio pues a tu edad ya leche no recibes
Te despides y marchas a la escuela contrariado
Con la mochila del curso pasado, y el antespasado incluso el anterior
Pues comprenderas papa es obrero, vives en un pais bloqueado etc. Etc. etc.
Tantos que te rodean y no tienes ni la menor idea de porque la situación
No es asi con todos tus amigos
Ya te ha dado por pensar que alguien la tiene cojida contigo
Estas fundido lo se,
Tienes 10 mas tu tamaño dice que son 8 y tu rostro 12
Y es que no conoces el significado conceptual
Mas tu imagen vasta para explicar que cosa es periodo especial
Al fin as de llegar la vista agobia
Uniformes iguales pero la diferencia de clases es obvia
Otro dia en que revisaran tu bolsa
Pues se perdio un lapiz de una de las chicas super poderosas
No hablan de otra cosa que de Pokemon
Tus compañeros juegan con juguetes tu, con tu imaginación
La presion hace que tu profe la pasiencia pierda
Pues cada vez le exigen mas y el sueldo es una mierda
La verdad, no jugaras hoy rezaras no hay educación fisica
Tus tenis no aguantan un turno mas, tu el horario del receso esperas
Para comerte lo que el niño ricachon mimado de al lado no quiera
Anhelas todo lo suyo, la necesidad contigo fue puntual y ocupo el puesto del orgullo
Destruyo y dejo tu inocencia vacia
Solo quedadn ancias, sueños rotos y a otro pides prestada la infancia
Larga distancia hacia la felicidad, camino abrupto
Niño con problemas de adultos
Y una pregunta que no sabes responder
Niñito cubano que piensas hacer

Coro:
Por mas que intentas ya no puedes ser feliz
La solucion a tu dolor no encuentras y
Te sientes siempre como solo en casa
Contigo muere la esperanza de un pais
Todos contigo son asi no es justo
Tu niñez carga con problemas de adultos
Hoy me pregunto y nadie puede responder
Niñito cubano que piensas hacer

Otra vez el timbre a las 4: 20 te anuncia
Vuelves a recibir la tarde con la camisa sucia
La profe no pronuncia tu nombre y comporendes
Que al igual que ayer ni mama ni papa ira a recogerte
Que mala suerte, miras el busto de marti preguntas
Si me das de oro por que todos son conmigo asi?
Sales de allí cabis bajo, bajo el desconsuelo
De Que no tienes llave y debes ir rumbo a casa de abuelo
Abuelo que es mayor y solo abre la boca para decir
Que eres otra carga que lo amarga y no le toca
Todo le choca, si, que ni mueves los ojos
Ojos que desean llorar y de esos tenerse estan rojos
Llega papa presencias otra discusión
Que terminas finalmente sin saber de quien es la razón
El disimula finge que no hubo una pelea
Y tu para ayudar muestras una sonrisa que dar no deseas
No debo hacer las tareas contento dices
Por mientras te esperaba pipo en la escuela las hice
Al fin llegas a casa no esta mama y sospechas
Que hay que calentar el agua y que la comida no esta echa
Tu lombriz solitaria hace ruido ha comido poco
Y para colmo no hay muñequitos el tv esta roto
Mama hace su entrada tariada mas no te besa
Va directo a la cocina y suelta los bultos pues pesan
A dialogar en voz baja comienzan
Aquellos que te enseñaron a callar cuando los mayores conversan
Entiendes que son 4, ellos, tu y tu tristeza
Que como un fantasma a tu lado se sienta en la mesa
Crees que no interesas piensas que el amor
Depende de un carton de huevos en el refrigerador
El mal sabor de la desilusion te pisa
Mientras tu infancia, por la canal de un cobro se desliza
Llega otro dia que te acuestas sin un cuento
Que comprendes que ser padre no es facil en estos tiempo
Que el amor no tiene edad, y la necesidad tampoco y que eres otro
Niño cubano con los sueños rotos

Coro:
Por mas que intentas ya no puedes ser feliz
La solución a tu dolor no encuentras y
Te sientes siempre como solo en casa
Contigo muere la esperanza de un país
Todos contigo son así no es justo
Tu niñez carga con problemas de adultos
Hoy me pregunto y nadie puede responder
Niñito cubano que piensas hacer

Si, aldeano y el B
Real 70, 2009
Lo demás que te lo diga el lápiz con la música
Siéntelo

Cuban Child

This one is dedicated to those who know how to love
To those who are the hope of the world
Especially to the Cuban children, this is the village

Me, myself... another morning, the sun enters through your window
An awakening identical to yesterday's
Duty calls, you jump out of bed and you know what follows
An empty bread, some cold liquid because at your age you no longer receive milk
You say goodbye and march to school, disgruntled
With the backpack from last year, and the year before that, even the one before
Well, you will understand, dad is a worker, you live in a blockaded country, etc. Etc. etc.
So many people around you and you don't have the slightest idea why the situation
It's not like that with all your friends
You've already started to think that someone has it in for you
You're exhausted, I know,
You are 10 but your size says you are 8 and your face 12
And it is that you do not know the conceptual meaning
But your image is enough to explain what a special period is
Finally you must arrive, the view overwhelms
Same uniforms but the difference in classes is obvious
Another day they will check your bag
Well, a pencil from one of the Powerpuff Girls got lost
They talk about nothing but Pokemon
Your classmates play with toys, you, with your imagination
The pressure makes your teacher lose patience
Because they demand more and more from her and the salary is crap
The truth is, you won't play today, you'll pray there's no physical education
Your sneakers can't take one more shift, you wait for recess time
To eat what the spoiled rich kid next door doesn't want
You long for everything he has, need was punctual with you and took the place of pride
It destroyed and left your innocence empty
Only longings, broken dreams remain and you borrow childhood from another
Long distance to happiness, rough road
Child with adult problems
And a question you don't know how to answer
Cuban child, what are you going to do

Chorus:
No matter how hard you try, you can no longer be happy
You can't find the solution to your pain and
You always feel like you're home alone
With you the hope of a country dies
Everyone with you is like this, it's not fair
Your childhood carries the burden of adult problems
Today I ask myself and no one can answer
Cuban child, what are you going to do

Once again the bell at 4:20 announces to you
You receive the afternoon again with a dirty shirt
The teacher doesn't say your name and you understand
That just like yesterday, neither mom nor dad will come to pick you up
What bad luck, you look at the bust of Martí, you ask
If you give me gold, why is everyone like this with me?
You leave there with your head down, under the sadness
That you don't have a key and you must go to grandpa's house
Grandpa who is old and only opens his mouth to say
That you are another burden that embitters him and it's not his turn
Everything shocks him, yes, you don't even move your eyes
Eyes that want to cry and are red from holding back
Dad arrives, you witness another argument
Which you finally end without knowing who is right
He pretends that there was no fight
And you, to help, show a smile that you don't want to give
I don't have to do homework, you say happily
While you were waiting for me, Pipo did them at school
You finally get home, mom is not there and you suspect
That you have to heat the water and that the food is not made
Your tapeworm makes noise, it has eaten little
And to top it off there are no cartoons, the TV is broken
Mom makes her entrance, tired but she doesn't kiss you
She goes straight to the kitchen and drops the bags because they are heavy
They begin to talk in a low voice
Those who taught you to be quiet when the elders talk
You understand that there are 4 of them, them, you and your sadness
That like a ghost sits next to you at the table
You think you don't matter, you think that love
Depends on a carton of eggs in the refrigerator
The bad taste of disappointment steps on you
While your childhood slips down the drain of a collection
Another day comes when you go to bed without a story
That you understand that being a parent is not easy in these times
That love has no age, and neither does need and that you are another
Cuban child with broken dreams

Chorus:
No matter how hard you try, you can no longer be happy
You can't find the solution to your pain and
You always feel like you're home alone
With you the hope of a country dies
Everyone with you is like this, it's not fair
Your childhood carries the burden of adult problems
Today I ask myself and no one can answer
Cuban child, what are you going to do

Yes, Aldeano and El B
Real 70, 2009
Let the pencil with the music tell you the rest
Feel it