Текст и перевод песни Zambayonny - Llueve

Llueve

Llueve, y todo te conmueve
De arriba para abajo
Dicen estos renacuajos
La gracia del boludo
Es una pastilla de cianuro.

Llueve, los taxis nunca vienen
¿Adónde va la gente cuando miente?
No a la casa de un pariente
Al mal tiempo buena pala
Ya lo dijo muerto el Che Guevara.

Llueve, a mi que no me esperen
Viento dile a la lluvia
Que me riegue las petunias
Pero ni se le ocurra
Bautizar a mis flores de turras.

Llueve en el centro, llueve en los barrios,
Llueve en las calles, llueve en toda la ciudad
Y en la puta vida va a parar.

Llueve, en Plaza Miserere
La chica del paragua
Tiene un póster de Gamarra
La otra noche te esperé mil horas
Hoy no quiero que me jodas.

Llueve, llueve sobre mojado
Sobre los chopos medio deshojados
A los rojos los colgaron
Mi corazón transido
Ya no tiene tiernos enemigos.

Llueve, café con dos mujeres
Si no te inspiran las rubias
Ya no culpes a la lluvia
Las chucharitas triples
No son para sopas bolcheviques.

Llueve en la ruta y los aeropuertos,
Llueven en la vía, llueve hasta el fondo del mar
Y en la puta vida va a parar.

Llueve, hay que quemar la tele
Una lluvia que realmente moje
Esta noche no se coge
Si llegan a quedarse
Sin señales tantos celulares.

Llueve, andá llamando a EDES
De pronto se acabo la risa
No anda el limpiaparabrisas
El balde en la gotera
Y la 38 en la guantera.

Bueno, se está cayendo el cielo
Fallaron los del pronósticos del tiempo
Debe haber cambiado el viento
No hay que ir hasta la esquina
Para ver que viene la crecida.

Llueve en las villas, llueve en los countries,
Llueve en el campo, llueven donde haya un lugar
Y en la puta vida va a parar.

It's Raining

It's raining, and everything moves you
From top to bottom
These tadpoles say
The idiot's grace
Is a cyanide pill.

It's raining, the taxis never come
Where do people go when they lie?
Not to a relative's house
A bad time for a good shovel
As the dead Che Guevara said.

It's raining, don't expect me
Wind, tell the rain
To water my petunias
But don't even think about it
Baptizing my flowers of whores.

It's raining in the center, it's raining in the neighborhoods,
It's raining in the streets, it's raining all over the city
And it's never going to stop.

It's raining, in Plaza Miserere
The girl with the umbrella
Has a poster of Gamarra
The other night I waited for you for a thousand hours
Today I don't want you to bother me.

It's raining, it's raining on the wet
On the half-leafless poplars
The reds were hanged
My transfixed heart
No longer has tender enemies.

It's raining, coffee with two women
If blondes don't inspire you
Don't blame the rain anymore
Triple teaspoons
Are not for Bolshevik soups.

It's raining on the road and at the airports,
It's raining on the tracks, it's raining to the bottom of the sea
And it's never going to stop.

It's raining, we have to burn the TV
A rain that really gets wet
Tonight we're not doing it
If so many cell phones are left
Without signals.

It's raining, go call EDES
Suddenly the laughter stopped
The windshield wiper doesn't work
The bucket in the leak
And the 38 in the glove box.

Well, the sky is falling
The weather forecasters failed
The wind must have changed
No need to go to the corner
To see that the flood is coming.

It's raining in the slums, it's raining in the countryside,
It's raining in the countryside, it's raining wherever there's a place
And it's never going to stop.