Текст и перевод песни Sílvia Pérez Cruz - No Hay Tanto Pan

No Hay Tanto Pan

Hay un gallo
Que llora y que grita
Despierta, despierta, despierta, despierta, prudente
Que esto duele, te arrasa, te mata, te irrita
¡Qué suerte la tuya tan cruda y maldita!
Reza de día, de noche y no almuerza
Se cree mala madre y también mala hija
¿Dónde está la suerte? La mía, poquita
Alguien se lo da y después se lo quita
Y no hay tanto pan, pan, pan
No hay tanto pan, pan, pan
No hay tanto pan, pan, pan
No hay tanto pan, pan, pan
Unos son grandes y otros valientes
Unos traicionan y otros son fuertes
Despierta Mercedes
Ay, mi Patricia
Tomás, Martín, Juan, Lola, Pablo y Cristina
Que esta gran culpa no es tuya ni mía
Mentiras, sonrisas y amapolas
Discursos, periódicos, banqueros y trileros
Canciones, manos y pistolas
Bolsos, confeti, cruceros y puteros
Te roban y te gritan
Te roban y te gritan
Te roban y te gritan
Y lo que no tienes también te lo quitan
No hay tanto pan, pan, pan
No hay tanto pan, pan, pan
No hay tanto pan, pan, pan
No hay tanto pan
Y es indecente, es indecente
Gente sin casa, casas sin gente
Es indecente
(Casa sin gente)
No, no hay tanto pan
No no no no no
(Arquimistas o turistas)
(Convierten el pueblo en barco)
(La mierda en oro)
(Lo negro en blanco)
No hay tanto pan (Oro blanco)
No hay tanto pan
No hay tanto pan
No hay tanto, no

No Hay Tanto Pan

There is a rooster
Who cries and who screams
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, prudent
That this hurts, it devastates you, it kills you, it irritates you
How lucky you are, so cruel and cursed!
Pray by day, by night, and don't have lunch
She thinks she's a bad mother and a bad daughter
Where's the luck? Mine, very little
Someone gives it to you and then takes it away
And there's not so much bread, bread, bread
There's not so much bread, bread, bread
There's not so much bread, bread, bread
There's not so much bread, bread, bread
Some are great and others are brave
Some betray and others are strong
Wake up Mercedes
Oh, my Patricia
Tomás, Martín, Juan, Lola, Pablo and Cristina
That this great guilt is neither yours nor mine
Lies, smiles, and poppies
Speeches, newspapers, bankers and con men
Songs, hands, and guns
Bags, confetti, cruises, and pimps
They rob you and scream at you
They rob you and scream at you
They rob you and scream at you
And what you don't have they also take away from you
There's not so much bread, bread, bread
There's not so much bread, bread, bread
There's not so much bread, bread, bread
There's not so much bread
And it's indecent, it's indecent
People without homes, homes without people
It's indecent
(Home without people)
No, there's not so much bread
No no no no no
(Architects or tourists)
(They turn the town into a ship)
(Shit into gold)
(Black into white)
There's not so much bread (White gold)
There's not so much bread
There's not so much bread
There's not so much, no