Текст и перевод песни Lágrimas De Sangre feat. Adala - Gira la Moneda

Gira la Moneda

Del somni del 92 a avui, una ruleta russa,
Olimpíades i fòrum, foren ferum d'excusa,
Per estafar als turistes, expulsar veïnes,
Del Born fins a Vallcarca, identitat en ruïnes
Camino els teus carrers buscant la pau de matinada
Però l'ombra de Nuñez i Navarro es allargada,
Un curro de merda per pagar-te un pis de merda,
Respirant aire de merda, aneu-se'n a la merda!
I si no t'agrada pots marxar, et diuen,
Tothom gaudeix d'una oportunitat, se'n riuen,
Quan la ciutat cremi, quan tothom n'estigui fart, veureu,
Suplicareu pietat, els bitllets no es mengen.
Però clar, voleu ser la avantguarda per demà explotar la marca,
Voleu una ciutat sense nosaltres,
Voleu als ciutadans ficats en blisters,
Aparadors amb maniquins escarransits i "pelus" per a Hipsters.
Us topareu amb la andanada, la Barna combativa dels barris conscients,
Per cada casa enderrocada un foc que creix
Un estel al cel,
Per cada "guiri" que es dispari a si mateix als antiaeris del Carmel
Farts de passar vergonya,
De veure convertits barris i pobles en colònia, i no es turisme-fòbia,
Es una presó que agobia i ens engabia a casa nostra
Com si no forméssim part d'aquesta distòpica història.

Una casa a terra, una família menys al barri,
Han fet un nou edifici, benefici al propietari,
El nen no entén què passa, la mare preocupada,
L'àvia treu la ràbia i entre plors pensa enfadada:
-Si jo he aixecat el barri, juntes vam fer l'escola,
Vam fer que arribi el metro, un hospital i ara ens fan fora,
De qui és aquesta ciutat? Diga'm qui se l'ha quedat,
Quan haguem marxat, qui vingui, no sabrà el què ha costat.

Gira el món, i així gira el món.
Gira el barri, gira la moneda, les dos cares,
I Així gira el món, i així gira el món,
Gira el nostres barri, la moneda,
Les dos cares giren i així gira el món...

Dos millones de idiotas deciden vivir hacinados
Y comer menús precocinados de hamburguesería
Que sería de la burguesía si el proletariado
Se negase a malvivir en la estrechez del atasco
Hay un plan urbanístico que separa en barrios
A los pobres de los ricos,
Que ha puesto un parque turístico en el centro
Zonas residenciales convertidas en un circo, un esperpento
Un cristo, es cierto
Es triste y es tétrico
Que el puto hotelero hasta al barrio
Más humilde le vea un valor estético
Es rústico y pintoresco
No reconocen la pobreza ni cuando la
Ven, porque no la viven, que les den
Que le jodan al desdén con el que hacen y deshacen
Nosotros somos idiotas que vivimos hacinados
Mientras ellos en antiguos bosques calcinados
Han edificado un bastión urbanizado de alta gama
Con seguridad privada y cámaras de vigilancia
Y si paseas por allí te miran raro
Pienso en irme a la montaña, al campo, a campar a mis anchas
Pero pienso en Fraguas, en Guadalajara y que bajón
Luego me llamarán majara por decir que ojala un tsunami
Anegara este campo de batalla y naciera una playa
Tu eres libre de petar una puerta o saltar una valla
Sé libre vayas donde vayas, vaya

Tornem a entrar, empenyem, fem força,
No és només per l'espai, és per tot allò que ens explota,
Ciutat morta, paradís turístic,
Al mig d'un genocidi urbanístic que el partit polític recolza.
Veïnes que es queixen, els lloguers creixen,
Hi ha cambrers que en un mes cobren menys que el preu del sopar
Que els serveixen però mentrestant algú hi planta cara,
Entra al banc que atracava al barri i ara hi fa una barricada.
Volen pactes en ferm amb l' ajuntafems,
Acceptar el local que els cedeix, agafar el feix,
Però res, res, perquè això enriqueix la màfia que absorbeix l'Ada,
La subversió mai serà subvencionada
Som totes i ningú, no busqueu culpables,
La violència ve d'abans, qui s'atreveix a jutjar-la?
Dons la legalitat es qüestionable
Quan la llei ens roba, desnona, tortura, viola, i mata.
Y mani qui mani que emanin manis al barri,
I que vinguin foranis,
La única pàtria suport mutu al pària,
Que el capital es internacional igual que ho es la resposta solidària.

Hem perdut una partida que mai hem volgut jugar,
Han venut la nostra terra els que la van poder comprar,
Creuen que ser lliure és escollir què consumir,
Uns pensen on anar a viure i altres pensen on fugir

Gira el món, i així gira el món.
Gira el barri, gira la moneda, les dos cares,
I Així gira el món, i així gira el món,
Gira el nostres barri, la moneda,
Les dos cares giren i així gira el món...

Flip the Coin

From the dream of '92 to today, a Russian roulette,
Olympics and forum, were a crude excuse,
To rip off tourists, expel neighbors,
From Born to Vallcarca, identity in ruins
I walk your streets looking for the peace of dawn
But the shadow of Nuñez i Navarro is long,
A pile of shit to pay you a piece of shit,
Breathing shit air, go to hell!
And if you don't like it, you can leave, they tell you,
Everyone enjoys an opportunity, they laugh,
When the city burns, when everyone is fed up, you will see,
You will beg for mercy, banknotes are not edible.
But of course, you want to be the avant-garde to exploit the brand tomorrow,
You want a city without us,
You want citizens stuck in blisters,
Showcases with skinny mannequins and "pelus" for Hipsters.
You will meet with the pushback, the combative Barcelona of the conscious neighborhoods,
For every demolished house a fire grows
A star in the sky,
For every "guiri" who shoots himself in the anti-aircraft guns of Carmel
Tired of being ashamed,
Seeing neighborhoods and towns turned into a colony, and it's not tourism-phobia,
It's a prison that suffocates us and locks us up in our own home
As if we were not part of this dystopian history.

A house on the ground, one less family in the neighborhood,
They have built a new building, profit to the owner,
The child doesn't understand what's going on, the mother is worried,
The grandmother takes out the rage and thinks angrily between tears:
-If I raised the neighborhood, together we built the school,
We made the metro arrive, a hospital and now they are kicking us out,
Whose city is this? Tell me who has it,
When we're gone, whoever comes, won't know what it cost.

The world turns, and so the world turns.
The neighborhood turns, the coin flips, both sides,
And so the world turns, and so the world turns,
Our neighborhood turns, the coin,
The two sides turn and so the world turns...

Two million idiots decide to live crammed together
And eat precooked burger joint menus
What would become of the bourgeoisie if the proletariat
Refused to live poorly in the tightness of the traffic jam
There is an urban plan that separates neighborhoods
The poor from the rich,
That has put a tourist park in the center
Residential areas turned into a circus, a farce
A christ, it's true
It's sad and it's gloomy
That the fucking hotelier even to the neighborhood
Most humble see an aesthetic value
It's rustic and picturesque
They don't recognize poverty even when
They see it, because they don't live it, screw them
To hell with the disdain with which they do and undo
We are idiots who live crammed together
While they in ancient burned forests
Have built a high-end urbanized bastion
With private security and surveillance cameras
And if you walk around there they look at you funny
I think about going to the mountains, to the countryside, to camp on my own
But I think of Fraguas, in Guadalajara and what a bummer
Then they will call me crazy for saying that I wish a tsunami
Flooded this battlefield and a beach was born
You are free to break down a door or jump a fence
Be free wherever you go, go

Let's go back in, push, let's force,
It's not just about space, it's about everything that exploits us,
Dead city, tourist paradise,
In the middle of an urban genocide that the political party supports.
Neighbors who complain, rents increase,
There are waiters who earn less in a month than the price of dinner
That they serve, but meanwhile, someone stands up to them,
Enter the bank that robbed the neighborhood and now there is a barricade.
They want firm agreements with the city council,
Accept the place that gives them, take the bundle,
But nothing, nothing, because this enriches the mafia that absorbs Ada,
Subversion will never be subsidized
We are everyone and no one, don't look for culprits,
Violence comes from before, who dares to judge it?
So legality is questionable
When the law robs us, strips us, tortures us, violates us, and kills us.
And whoever wants to bring manners to the neighborhood,
And let outsiders come,
The only homeland mutual support to the pariah,
That capital is international, as is the solidarity response.

We lost a game we never wanted to play,
They have sold our land to those who could buy it,
They believe that being free is choosing what to consume,
Some think about where to go to live and others think about where to escape

The world turns, and so the world turns.
The neighborhood turns, the coin flips, both sides,
And so the world turns, and so the world turns,
Our neighborhood turns, the coin,
The two sides turn and so the world turns...