Текст и перевод песни Nena Daconte - Son Niños

Son Niños

Que yo no sé si está bien.
Yo ya no sé qué está bien.
Yo solo sé que no quiero que un niño
Vuelva a escarbar en el fango buscando zapatos,
Los zapatos baratos que hizo otro niño aún más barato,
Al otro lado del mundo.

Y yo no sé si está bien.
Yo ya no sé qué está bien.
Yo solo sé que no quiero que un hombre quiera matar a un hermano.
Niños jugando a soldados mirando hacia el cielo y el arma en las
Manos.
Poetas malditos, esclavos del tiempo.

Que no me grites,
Que no me susurres,
No seas tan valiente.

Que no me asustes,
Que no me dirijas,
No seas tan cobarde.

Que yo no sé a donde vamos.
No sé si nos vamos, el cuerpo ocupado de que puede estar hecho el
Barro del pensamiento, no sé si me inclino ante quién he ganado.
Poetas malditos, cuando perdí mis zapatos.

Son niños completamente perdidos,
Acomplejados por la gran ciudad,
Aniquilados por su velocidad.

Son niños completamente perdidos,
Acomplejados por la gran ciudad,
Aniquilados por su velocidad.

Son niños completamente perdidos,
Acomplejados por la gran ciudad,
Aniquilados por su velocidad.

They're Kids

I don't know if it's right.
I don't know what's right anymore.
All I know is that I don't want a child
Searching for shoes in the mud again,
Cheap shoes made by another even cheaper child,
On the other side of the world.

And I don't know if it's right.
I don't know what's right anymore.
All I know is that I don't want a man to want to kill a brother.
Children playing soldiers looking up at the sky and the gun in their
Hands.
Cursed poets, slaves to time.

Don't shout at me,
Don't whisper to me,
Don't be so brave.

Don't scare me,
Don't lead me,
Don't be so cowardly.

I don't know where we're going.
I don't know if we're going, the body occupied with what the clay of
Thought could be made of, I don't know if I bow to whom I've won.
Cursed poets, when I lost my shoes.

They are children completely lost,
Made complex by the big city,
Annihilated by its speed.

They are children completely lost,
Made complex by the big city,
Annihilated by its speed.

They are children completely lost,
Made complex by the big city,
Annihilated by its speed.