Текст и перевод песни Melendi - Sin Noticias De Holanda (2006 Remastered Version)

Sin Noticias De Holanda (2006 Remastered Version)

Se oyen las sirenas de fondo
En la calle que esta de moda
La madera tras un yonko
Que está corriendo en pelotas,
Y grita desesperao:
La chuta o no hay no hay ropa
Y todos corriendo detrás de aquel pobre diablo
Que tan solo hace visible su ansiedad
Y tras la muchedumbre se oye un comentario
Que junto a la olor de akel chigre me izo recordar.
Que hoy el cartero me ha dicho que no hay carta para mi
Poniendome en entredicho que la fuera a recibir
Porque la carta de Holanda entra mu mal en el país
Huelen demasiado a plantas...
Y hay muxo vicio aqui
Y hay muxo vicio aqui
Y tras varias deliberaciones
Y dándole muchas vueltas, como le di
Pa que voy a fumar hierba de otras naciones
Pudiendo plantar la mia en este pais.
Y ahi kedó el pobre yonko to amoratao
De las ostias que los maderos lan regalao,
Y tras la muchedumbre se oyó un comentario
Que junto a la olor de aquel chigre me hizo recordar.
Hoy el cartero ma dicho que no hay carta pa mi,
Con los ojos enrojecios, esta riendose de mi
Porque la carta de Holanda entra muy mal en el pais
Como seras tan canalla
Mis plantas son pa mi
Mis plantas son pa mi

No News from Holland (2006 Remastered Version)

The sirens are heard in the background
On the trendy street
The street urchin follows a junky
Who is running naked,
And screams desperately:
The heroin or no clothes
And everyone running after that poor devil
Who only shows his anxiety
And after the crowd you can hear a comment
That next to the smell of that bar, made me remember.
That today the mailman told me there is no mail for me
Putting me in doubt that I would receive it
Because mail from Holland comes in very badly in the country
They smell too much like plants...
And there is a lot of vice here
And there is a lot of vice here
And after several deliberations
And giving it many turns, as I gave it
Why am I going to smoke grass from other nations
If I can grow my own in this country.
And there the poor junkie was left all beat up
From the beatings the cops gave him,
And after the crowd you heard a comment
That next to the smell of that bar, made me remember.
Today the mailman told me there was no mail for me,
With his eyes red, he is laughing at me
Because mail from Holland comes in very badly in the country
He must be such a rascal
My plants are for me
My plants are for me