Текст и перевод песни Sur 16 - Primera Plana

Primera Plana

Los diarios me anuncian, un atraco con violencia
Un amor frustado, y maltratado
Un hombre desalmado, con final fatal oh si!

Artistas enojados, y muy bien arreglados
Politicos y jueces, diciendo estupideces
Telefonos de chavas, ardientes y deseadas si!

Pero nunca eh encontrado cultura
Que me haga sentirme mejor
Se la pasan diciendo que por ser del barrio
Somos de lo peor.

Los diarios me dicen, un ajuste de cuentas,
De narcos y gente, que nuca la encuentran,
Que del pais salieron buscando a su gente
Siempre muerta

Pero nunca eh encontrado cultura
Que me haga sentirme mejor
Se la pasan diciendo que por ser del barrio
Somos de lo peor

Primera plana, noticias tristes, colores bellos
Que se hacen grises.
Este diario me anuncia
Que la sonrisa aqui no existe
No existe, no existe, no existe.

Front Page

The newspapers tell me, a violent robbery
A frustrated, mistreated love
A heartless man, with a fatal end oh yes!

Angry artists, and very well-dressed
Politicians and judges, saying stupid things
Girls' phone numbers, hot and desired yes!

But I've never found culture
That makes me feel better
They keep saying that because we're from the barrio
We're the worst.

The newspapers tell me, a settling of scores,
Of drug lords and people, who are never found,
Who left the country looking for their people
Always dead

But I've never found culture
That makes me feel better
They keep saying that because we're from the barrio
We're the worst

Front page, sad news, beautiful colors
That turn gray.
This newspaper tells me
That a smile doesn't exist here
It doesn't exist, it doesn't exist, it doesn't exist.