Текст и перевод песни Mancha De Rolando - La sequía

La sequía

Parece mentira, mi amigo
Parece mentira, mi amor
Las reglas del juego varían
Y esta sequía pinta pa' largo, señor

En la calle la gente pide
Y todo pasa y nadie mira
Por que estaremos tan acostumbrados
A ver el hambre de nuestros hermanos

Pero no voy hacerme el comunista
Ni me publiques en tu revista
Pero el olfato no me falla
Y no da para mas el hambre, no se calla

Parece mentira, mi amigo
Parece mentira, mi amor
Las reglas del juego varían
Y esta sequía pinta pa' largo, señor

No tengo idea de quienes serán
Ni cuando vinieron, ni cuando se irán
Pero se que a mi país lo gobierna la cia
El estado argentino es una fantasía

Ayer intentamos cambiar las cosas
Pero mataron 30 mil y ahora están en una fosa
Cada tanto me cruzo con un traidor
Que dice con los militares estábamos mejor

A mi hermano mexicano lo han esclavizado
A mi hermano cubano lo han bloqueado
Tantos hermanos tengo y todos golpeados
Ya no quiere sangrar esta gran familia

Yo tuve familiares que murieron luchando
Mientras otros ni sabían lo que estaba pasando
Estaban en su casa mirando la tele
Y ahora se dan cuenta que la miseria les duele

Pero, nadie merece que le anden choreando
Si sos chorro no le afanes al que esta laburando
Mejor fijate bien los buenos y los malos
El diablo va de traje, y Jesus calzado

A mi hermano mexicano lo han esclavizado
A mi hermano cubano lo han bloqueado
A mi hermano colombiano lo han tiroteado
Ya no quiere sangrar esta gran familia

The drought

It seems like a lie, my friend
It seems like a lie, my love
The rules of the game are changing
And this drought is going to last a long time

People are begging in the streets
And everyone just ignores them
Because we must be so used to
Seeing our brothers and sisters starving

But I'm not going to play the communist
Or let you publish me in your magazine
But I know what I'm talking about
And hunger is not going to be quiet any longer

It seems like a lie, my friend
It seems like a lie, my love
The rules of the game are changing
And this drought is going to last a long time

I have no idea who they are
Or when they came, or when they will leave
But I know that my country is being run by the CIA
The Argentine state is a fantasy

Yesterday we tried to change things
But they killed 30,000 and now they're in a mass grave
Every now and then I meet a traitor
Who says that we were better off under the military

My Mexican brother has been enslaved
My Cuban brother has been blockaded
I have so many brothers and all of them are being hurt
This great family doesn't want to bleed anymore

I had family members who died fighting
While others didn't even know what was happening
They were at home watching TV
And now they're realizing that poverty hurts

But nobody deserves to be robbed
If you're a thief, don't steal from the people who are working
It's better to take a good look at the good guys and the bad guys
The devil wears a suit, and Jesus wears sandals

My Mexican brother has been enslaved
My Cuban brother has been blockaded
My Colombian brother has been shot
This great family doesn't want to bleed anymore