Translation of the song lyrics Nada Pasó - Panteón Rococó

Nada Pasó (original)

Con el ego muy arriba
Y la conciencia por los suelos
A treinta años la historia parece ser memoria
Ah, ah, ah
Mientras el pueblo observa indiferente
Ke en todos lados matan a su gente
Y tu sentado aki oyendo esta cancion
Dime ke haces para salvar a la nacion yea
Solo una bala lo ah alcanzado
Le destrozo el corazon uo, uo, uo
Tantas historias ke se han contado
De todas se entera uno uo uo uo
Al otro dia no se hablo nada
Todo el mundo cayo uo uo uo
Pistola en mano y una metraya
Y aki nada paso
Nada paso
Aki nada paso
Pobre de el pobre de ella
La bala lo separo
Y ahora el vive feliz en una estrella
Donde no hay reprecion uo uo uo
Pobre de el pobre de ella
El cielo se sacudio
Y ahora el vive feliz en una estrella
Donde no hay reprecion
Name sa name
Name sabor
Name sabor de rococo
Para salvar ala nacion
Del malvado babilon
Y su madre sigue acudiendo
Al lugar donde murio uo uo uo
El dos de octubre y esta lloviendo
Y a ella no le importo no no no no
Cuando en el alma se trae la lucha
Como a el le sucedio uo uo uo
No importa ke contesca mucho
Si aki nada paso
Pobre de el pobre de ella
La bala lo separo
Y ahora el vive feliz en una estrella
Donde no hay reprecion
Pobre de el pobre de ella
El cielo se sacudio
Y ahora el vive feliz en una estrella
Donde no hay reprecion
Y ahora el te pide
Ke junto a el sigas luchando
Por acabar con la injusticia en este pais
Por ke atus raices ya no nunca las dejes ir
Ayudes a tu hermano
A no sucumbir
Y no dejes esta tierra
Se pague asi
Y ahora el te ruega
Ke por la causa en la ke el murio por amor por dolor
Ayudes a tu hermano
A no morir
Enseñes a compatriota a compartir
Acudas a tu pueblo a combatir
Y enseñes a los niños a sonreir
Yea
Sabo sabo sabo sabor

Nada Pasó (translation)

With the ego very high
And the conscience on the ground
At thirty years history seems to be memory
oh oh oh
While the people watch indifferently
Ke everywhere they kill their people
And you sitting here listening to this song
Tell me what are you doing to save the nation yea
Only one bullet has reached him
I broke his heart uo, uo, uo
So many stories that have been told
Of all one finds out uo uo uo
The next day I don't know anything
Everyone fell uo uo uo
Gun in hand and a film
And aki nothing happened
Nothing happened
here nothing happened
Poor him poor her
The bullet separated him
And now he he lives happily on a star
Where there is no repression uo uo uo
Poor him poor her
the sky shook
And now he lives happily on a star
where there is no repression
Name sa name
name flavor
Name flavor of rococo
to save the nation
of wicked babylon
And his mother keeps coming back to him
To the place where he died uo uo uo
The second of October and it's raining
And she don't care no no no no
When in the soul the fight is brought
How it happened to him uo uo uo
It doesn't matter how much I answer
Yes, nothing happened
Poor him poor her
The bullet separated him
And now he lives happily on a star
where there is no repression
Poor him poor her
the sky shook
And now he lives happily on a star
where there is no repression
And now he asks you
Keep fighting with him
For ending injustice in this country
Because of your roots, never let them go
help your brother
not to succumb
And don't leave this land
It is paid like this
And now he begs you
Ke for the cause in which he died for love for pain
help your brother
not to die
Teach a compatriot to share
Go to your town to fight
And teach the children to smile
yeah
sabo sabo sabo flavor