Текст и перевод песни Silvito El Libre feat. Al2 El Aldeano - El Dolor Existe

El Dolor Existe

Estoy pa to...

Que tu crees
Que la gente aqui se va
Que no hay luz,
No hay champus no hay fá
No hay futuro
No hay derecho
No hay verguenza
No hay gas
Aqui lo que no hay es na

No hay agua, No hay tiempo
No hay respeto, No hay ropa
No hay jean ten ne, No hay cafe
No hay compota, No hay cocha
No hay cloro, No hay pan
No hay sopa
No hay pelopa pa callarme a mi la boca
No hay alegria

No hay vida, No hay visa
No hay justicia, No hay comida
No hay sabana, No hay toalla
No hay mantel
No hay quien me haga gritar
Ni borracho vuelvo a fidel

No hay guagua, No hay pieza
No hay permiso ni guarda
No hay valor, no hay amor
No hay honor ni honestidad
Ministro que no explote
Obrero sin necesidad
Para mi el gobierno es una mierda
Y mas mierda esta sociedad

No hay sueño, No hay medico
No hay quien ni el dia de la madre
No hay aceite, No hay vivienda
No hay porsuelo ni el vinagre
No hay perdon, No hay union
No hay cabon, No hay neuronas
Ni permiso para elejir
Si queremos o no mac donal
No hay cobre, No hay congri
No hay jardines, No hay concienscia
No hay pintura, No hay madera
No hay quien cuide la naturaleza
Ni nada que en la Television sirva
No se vivir de cuento que silva la hecha de pinga
No hay compresion
No hay ilusion no hay esperanza
No hay pasion no hay comunicacion
No hay confianza no hay rebaja
No hay valores no hay descencia
Ni hay ni pinga
Una isla que podria estar tan limpia libre y linda

Por eso es que todo se van de este pais
Porque luchan pero todos no lo dejan ser feliz
Por eso se esta robando y traicionando al corazon
Nadie escucha y es que es mucha la tristeza
Y la repesion

Porque tenemos que pirarnos de aqui
Porque nadie cumplio lo que prometio
Semartirr

Porque estamos aguantando
Y silenciando nuestra opinion
Cuba escucha a la lucha que se acabe esta maldicion

Silvito
He aqui mi presencia pues que he comprendido
Que el gobierno no se come el cable
Que yo me he comido
Vencido, tu culo tu abuela y tu conocido
Grosero con pinga
Tu me has hecho cosas que no olvido

Mi abuela, alfabetizo llorando sangre
14 medallas y se me murio pasando hambre
Por culpa de este gobierno que camina con calambre
Que le aprieta la garganta al pueblo con un alambre

Cojio pa eso yo maldito
Porque juega con la mente hasta de los niños mas chiquitos
No, pal infinito yo fue un fine seriesito
Que llego a los 20 años con deseo de tener carrito

Mijito porque criticas lo que siento
Mi lenguaje mis tatuajes mis viajes por mi talento
Mi fuerza mi groseria mi poesia mi fundamento
Y la peor mala palabra en la libreta de abastecimiento

Lo siento ya no aguanto una mentira mas
Ya yo estaba en la caliente de frente sin dar pa tras
Ya yo me asome a un juicio a una fiscal y a mama
Por abrirle la cabeza a un guardia de una pedra
Yah

Ya yo pense
Me entendi me refresque
Me sente, reflexione
Fui humano y me enamore
Me queme con un gobierno
Que infierno metiendo pie
Que no es mucho mas singao
Por mas deprocupado que es
Ouale

Hasta fabre aqui ha ttenido que sufrir
Yo me voy con Geydi y que repinga me van a decir
Ninguno vivio la vida que yo tube que vivir
Tengo 30 años toy fundido y me voy a ir

Por eso es que todo se van de este pais
Porque luchan pero todos no lo dejan ser feliz
Por eso se esta robando y traicionando al corazon
Nadie escucha y es que es mucha la tristeza
Y la repesion

Porque tenemos que pirarnos de aqui
Porque nadie cumplio lo que prometio
Semartirr

Porque estamos aguantando
Y silenciando nuestra opinion
Cuba escucha, a la lucha que se acabe esta maldicion

Pain Exists

I'm ready for everything...

What do you think?
That people here are leaving?
That there is no light?
No shampoo, no factory?
No future?
No right?
No shame?
No gas?
Here, there is nothing.

No water, No time,
No respect, No clothes,
No jeans, No coffee,
No compote, No vagina,
No chlorine, No bread,
No soup,
No gag to shut me up,
No joy.

No life, No visa,
No justice, No food,
No sheet, No towel,
No tablecloth,
No one to make me shout,
Not even drunk will I return to Fidel.

No water, No room,
No permission or guard,
No courage, no love,
No honor or honesty,
Minister who doesn't explode,
Worker without need.
For me, the government is shit,
And this society is even shittier.

No dream, No doctor,
No one, not even on Mother's Day,
No oil, No housing,
No parsley, not even vinegar,
No forgiveness, No unity,
No coal, No neurons,
No permission to choose
Whether we want McDonald's or not,
No copper, No rice and beans,
No gardens, No conscience,
No paint, No wood,
No one to care for nature,
Nothing on television is worth watching,
I don't know how to live on stories, the whistling dickhead,
No compression,
No illusion, no hope,
No passion, no communication,
No trust, no discounts,
No values, no decency,
There's not even a dick,
An island that could be so clean, free and beautiful.

That's why everyone is leaving this country,
Because they fight but not everyone lets them be happy.
That's why they're stealing and betraying the heart,
Nobody listens and there is so much sadness
And repression.

Why do we have to get the hell out of here?
Because no one kept their promises?
Semartirr

Because we are enduring
And silencing our opinion.
Cuba, listen to the struggle, may this curse end.

Silvito
Here is my presence, for I have understood
That the government does not eat the cable
That I have eaten.
Defeated, your ass, your grandmother and your acquaintance,
Rude with a dick,
You have done things to me that I do not forget.

My grandmother, she taught literacy while crying blood,
14 medals and she died starving
Because of this government that walks with cramps,
That squeezes the people's throats with a wire.

Damn it, that's why I'm cursed,
Because it plays with the minds of even the youngest children,
No, to infinity I was a fine little series,
That reached the age of 20 with the desire to have a car.

Son, why do you criticize what I feel?
My language, my tattoos, my travels, my talent,
My strength, my rudeness, my poetry, my foundation,
And the worst curse word in the ration booklet.

I'm sorry, I can't take one more lie,
I was already in the heat of the moment, head-on, without backing down,
I already faced a trial, a prosecutor, and Mom,
For cracking open a guard's head with a rock.
Yeah.

I already thought,
I understood, I cooled down,
I sat down, I reflected,
I was human and I fell in love,
I got burned by a government
That hell is setting foot,
That is not much more fucked up
For how unconcerned it is.
Wow.

Even Fabre has had to suffer here,
I'm going with Geydi and what the hell are they going to tell me?
No one lived the life that I had to live,
I'm 30 years old, I'm melted and I'm leaving.

That's why everyone is leaving this country,
Because they fight but not everyone lets them be happy.
That's why they're stealing and betraying the heart,
Nobody listens and there is so much sadness
And repression.

Why do we have to get the hell out of here?
Because no one kept their promises.
Semartirr

Because we are enduring
And silencing our opinion.
Cuba, listen to the struggle, may this curse end.