Текст и перевод песни Silvina Garre - Quien Quiera Oir Que Oiga

Quien Quiera Oir Que Oiga

Cuando no recordamos lo que nos pasa,
Nos puede suceder la misma cosa.
Son esas mismas cosas que nos marginan,
Nos matan la memoria, nos queman las ideas,
Nos quitan las palabras... oh...
Si la historia la escriben los que ganan,
Eso quiere decir que hay otra historia:
La verdadera historia,
Quien quiera oir que oiga.
Nos queman las palabras, nos silencian,
Y la voz de la gente se oirá siempre.
Inútil es matar,
La muerte prueba
Que la vida existe...
Cuando no recordamos lo que nos pasa,
Nos puede suceder la misma cosa.
Son esas mismas cosas que nos marginan,
Nos matan la memoria, nos queman las ideas,
Nos quitan las palabras... oh...
Si la historia la escriben los que ganan,
Eso quiere decir que hay otra historia:
La verdadera historia,
Quien quiera oir que oiga.
Nos queman las palabras, nos silencian,
Y la voz de la gente se oirá siempre.
Inútil es matar,
La muerte prueba
Que la vida existe...
Si la historia la escriben los que ganan,
Eso quiere decir que hay otra historia:
La verdadera historia,
Quien quiera oir que oiga.
Nos queman las palabras, nos silencian,
Y la voz de la gente se oirá siempre.
Inútil es matar,
La muerte prueba
Que la vida existe...
Si la historia la escriben los que ganan,
Eso quiere decir que hay otra historia:
La verdadera historia,
Quien quiera oir que oiga.
Nos queman las palabras, nos silencian,
Y la voz de la gente se oirá siempre.
Inútil es matar,
La muerte prueba
Que la vida existe...
Nos queman las palabras, nos silencian,
Y la voz de la gente se oirá siempre.
Inútil es matar,
La muerte prueba
Que la vida existe...

Whoever Wants to Hear, Let Them Hear

When we don't remember what happened to us,
The same thing can happen to us again.
It's the same things that marginalize us,
They kill our memory, they burn our ideas,
They take away our words... oh...
If history is written by the victors,
That means there's another story:
The true story,
Whoever wants to hear, let them hear.
They burn our words, they silence us,
And the voice of the people will always be heard.
It's futile to kill,
Death proves
That life exists...
When we don't remember what happened to us,
The same thing can happen to us again.
It's the same things that marginalize us,
They kill our memory, they burn our ideas,
They take away our words... oh...
If history is written by the victors,
That means there's another story:
The true story,
Whoever wants to hear, let them hear.
They burn our words, they silence us,
And the voice of the people will always be heard.
It's futile to kill,
Death proves
That life exists...
If history is written by the victors,
That means there's another story:
The true story,
Whoever wants to hear, let them hear.
They burn our words, they silence us,
And the voice of the people will always be heard.
It's futile to kill,
Death proves
That life exists...
If history is written by the victors,
That means there's another story:
The true story,
Whoever wants to hear, let them hear.
They burn our words, they silence us,
And the voice of the people will always be heard.
It's futile to kill,
Death proves
That life exists...
They burn our words, they silence us,
And the voice of the people will always be heard.
It's futile to kill,
Death proves
That life exists...