Текст и перевод песни Oscar Chavez - Ratas

Ratas

Qué vamos a hacer con este gobierno
Ni el diablo los quiere allá en el infierno
Y cada seis años se avientan la bola
Pa' que vengan otros a mover la cola

Hacen elecciones disque pa' votar
Pero ya sabemos que el PRI va a ganar
Hay otros partidos que quieren el hueso
Pero el PRI los tiene del puro pescuezo

Hay un tal, viejo camaleón
Ese se conserva en puro formol
Una cosa es cierta: tiene mucho aguante
Aunque tenga arrugas más que un elefante

Pobres campesinos, pobres los obreros
Son los más jodidos, no tienen dinero
Sin embargo hay otros que todo lo tienen
Son gobernadores que todo lo pueden

Todos suponemos que un buen presidente
Está con su pueblo sirviendo a su gente
La verdad es otra sirven puro cuerno
Porque el pueblo rinde tributo al gobierno

Cuando ya terminan llenos de harta maña
Ya que nos robaron se van para España
A uno que otro encierran no tienen empacho
Solo pa' taparle un ojito al macho

No se llenan nunca, ratas tan hambreadas
Solo hay que cuidarse de una tarascada
Yo ya me despido solo les recuerdo
Que dios nos proteja de nuestro gobierno

Rats

What are we going to do with this government
Even the devil doesn't want them in hell
And every six years they toss the ball
So that others can come and wag their tails

They hold elections supposedly to vote
But we already know that the PRI is going to win
There are other parties that want the bone
But the PRI has them by the neck

There's one, an old chameleon
He preserves himself in pure formaldehyde
One thing is certain: he has great endurance
Even though he has more wrinkles than an elephant

Poor peasants, poor workers
They are the most fucked, they have no money
However, there are others who have everything
They are governors who can do anything

We all suppose that a good president
Is with his people, serving his people
The truth is different, they only serve horns
Because the people pay tribute to the government

When they're done, they're full of dirty tricks
After they've robbed us, they go to Spain
They imprison one or two, they have no scruples
Just to cover up one eye of the macho

They never get full, rats so hungry
We just have to watch out for a scratch
I bid you farewell, I only remind you
That God protect us from our government