Текст и перевод песни Mafalda - Acción Directa Musical 2.0

Acción Directa Musical 2.0

Si algo me queda claro en estos años cantando
Y es que nos lucramos de una pose política y les debemos algo.
Ideas salen de un panfleto o de una asamblea.
Cantemos con el puño en alto pero no olvidemos la coherencia.
Formando parte de algo grande,
Pero somos tan pequeñas.
Cantando solo. Aquí falta alguien
¿Te enteras?
Viste el camino llano,
Pero era una trampa y te perdiste.
Mientras los cromos se cambian,
El panorama agoniza y tú te repites. Uh.
Esta industria tiene las armas, para sacarlas de la cárcel, para parar sus represalias.
Y esta industria, se lo debe todo aunque no quiera.
Unamos fuerzas y hagamos algo que valga la pena.
Todas queremos un panorama rico en músicas distintas,
No el monopolio de lo vendible cogido con pinzas.
Si vendes más camisetas que el Zara como una moda,
El jefe te aplaude, pero el underground te llora.
(No jodas, no jodas...)
Se va a caer, se va a caer. ¿Se sostendrá o se tendrá en pie?
Se va a caer, se va a caer. Va a caer, va a caer, va a caer... Si te ataco es porque te quiero...
Luz de mi vida, no me juzgues, por ti lucho, no no no.
No me juzgues, por ti lucho...
Me hago más daño si te dejo estar en paz.
Mira a ver que dices, que te están escuchando,
Críos y crías en su casa pensando que eres un modelo a seguir.
Da que pensar. Ay mamá que no se enteren de la verdad,
Que no se enteren de la verdad, nah.
Ahora que lo entiendo ves que aquí no hay enemigos,
Luchas por las mismas cosas pero variando el contenido.
Yo me tiro al río y te tiendo la mano,
Y va pasando de hermana a hermano, de hermana a hermano.
Pasito a pasito creando algo único,
Estamos juntas en esto.
Desde cero y sin prisas creemos algo mágico,
Y únanse músicas y músicos.

Musical Direct Action 2.0

If something has become clear to me over these years of singing,
It's that we profit from a political pose and we owe them something.
Ideas come from a pamphlet or an assembly.
Let's sing with our fists raised, but let's not forget coherence.
Being part of something big,
But we are so small.
Singing alone. Someone is missing here,
Did you get it?
You saw the easy path,
But it was a trap and you got lost.
While the cards are changing,
The scene is dying and you're repeating yourself. Uh.
This industry has the tools, to get them out of jail, to stop their retaliation.
And this industry owes it everything even if it doesn't want to.
Let's join forces and do something worthwhile.
We all want a scene rich in different music,
Not the monopoly of the saleable that is picked up with tweezers.
If you sell more T-shirts than Zara as a fashion statement,
The boss applauds you, but the underground cries for you.
(Don't fuck it up, don't fuck it up...)
It's gonna fall, it's gonna fall. Will it stand or will it stand on its own two feet?
It's gonna fall, it's gonna fall. It's gonna fall, it's gonna fall, it's gonna fall... If I attack you, it's because I love you...
Light of my life, don't judge me, I'm fighting for you, no, no, no.
Don't judge me, I'm fighting for you...
I hurt myself more if I let you be at peace.
See what you say, because they're listening to you,
Kids at home thinking you're a role model.
Makes you think. Oh, mom, don't let them know the truth,
Don't let them know the truth, nah.
Now that I understand, you see that there are no enemies here,
You fight for the same things but with different content.
I throw myself into the river and I hold out my hand to you,
And it's going from sister to brother, from sister to brother.
Step by step creating something unique,
We are in this together.
From scratch and without haste we create something magical,
And let music and musicians unite.