Translation of the song lyrics ABC - Bebe

ABC (original)

Ponte joya barata, anda descalza y con tacones
Ponte bien guapa pa tí pa tí pa ti
Soy aprendiz de bruja, de chamana
De madrid de abuela, si la vida me deja
Que lo que se retiene nunca se tiene
Y lo que se deja libre siempre vuelve, no se ahoga
Ahora me encuentro bien y motivada
Y saco mi lengua a pasear… ah ah
No, no, no, no, no me acostumbro, no me acostumbro no…
No me acostumbro que no…
A no poder beber en la calle, a tus tonterías
No me acostumbro a que no te calles
No me acostumbro a tanto
No me acostumbro a tanta velocidad
A la hora de pensar un poquito
No me acostumbro a tanto cabron con que
No me acostumbro a tanta policía pervertida
No me acostumbro dime de quien te fia ya
No me acostumbro a mirar y que no estén
Ni que las cosas me salgan bien
No me acostumbro a que medio mundo nos acostemos tranquilos
Y en el otro medio se mueran por miles los niños
No!, que no me acostumbro
No me acostumbro a que intenten coartar mi libertad
Que esa me la dieron al nacer mi mama, mi papa
No me acostumbro a que no haya casa pa' todos
Cuando la tierra no es de nadie cojones
Es de quien en ella nació, creció, vivió y la trabajo
No me acostumbro a que haya que pagar pa' que te entierren ah!
Estamos, pa' que nos encierren
No me acostumbro vuestra demagogia
A vuestra trampa, vuestra mentira
Los mejores actores se juntan en política
No me acostumbro a vivir sin sol
No me acostumbro a vivir sin sol
Y a donde quiera me hecho una siesta
Me monto una fiesta pero no te acerques
Que no me acostumbro a las falsas apariencias
Y puedo darte con la mano abierta
No me acostumbro a que me quieran dar ordenes
Orden contra orden, desorden
Desordenando mi vida encuentro el orden que no tenia
Y camino pa delante
Mi camino no esta dibujado en el camino
No tiene huellas, va campo a trave
Va campo a trave, va campo a trave
Mi camino no esta dibujado en el camino
No tiene huellas, va campo a trave
Va campo a trave, va campo a trave
Y mientras no me acostumbro a tanta subordinación
Mira que a todos nos cuesta saber esto y que no
A tanto mal phono, a tanta incomunicación entre tú y yo
Entre tú y yo
No me acostumbro a que no veamos que el poder esta en nuestras manos,
pero cerramos los ojos
Y chupamos el caramelo envenenao que nos dan, no, no, no
No me acostumbro a tanta mierda en los campos
A tantos hijos de puta del bote chupando
Metiendo el hocico en otro comedero
Mientras el suyo lo tienen entero
No me acostumbro a tanto, no me acostumbro a tanto
No me acostumbro a tanto, a tanto muerto vertical
Mi camino no esta dibujado en el camino
No tiene huellas, va campo a trave
Va campo a trave, va campo a trave…

ABC (translation)

Put on cheap jewelry, go barefoot and in heels
Make yourself pretty for you, for you, for you
I am an apprentice witch, shaman
From Madrid as a grandmother, if life leaves me
That what is withheld is never had
And what is set free always comes back, it doesn't drown
Now I feel good and motivated
And I take my tongue out for a walk… ah ah
No, no, no, no, I don't get used to it, I don't get used to it, no...
I'm not used to it...
To not being able to drink in the street, to your nonsense
I can't get used to you not shutting up
I don't get used to that much
I can't get used to such speed
At the time of thinking a little
I can't get used to so much bastard with what
I can't get used to so many perverted police
I can't get used to it tell me who you trust now
I do not get used to looking and they are not
Nor that things go well for me
I can't get used to half the world going to bed peacefully
And in the other half the children die by the thousands
No! I can't get used to it
I can't get used to trying to restrict my freedom
That was given to me at birth by my mom, my dad
I can't get used to not having a house for everyone
When the earth is nobody's balls
It belongs to the one who was born, grew up, lived and worked in it
I can't get used to having to pay to be buried there!
We are, so that they lock us up
I'm not used to your demagoguery
To your trap, your lie
The best actors get together in politics
I can't get used to living without sun
I can't get used to living without sun
And wherever I want I take a nap
I'm throwing a party but stay away
That I can't get used to false appearances
And I can hit you with an open hand
I can't get used to people wanting to give me orders
Order against order, disorder
Disordering my life I find the order that I did not have
And I walk forward
My path is not drawn on the road
He has no footprints, he goes cross country
It goes cross country, it goes cross country
My path is not drawn on the road
He has no footprints, he goes cross country
It goes cross country, it goes cross country
And while I'm not used to so much subordination
See that it is difficult for all of us to know this and that
To so much bad phono, to so much lack of communication between you and me
Between you and me
I can't get used to not seeing that the power is in our hands,
but we close our eyes
And we suck on the poison candy they give us, no, no, no
I can't get used to so much shit in the fields
To so many motherfuckers from the boat sucking
Putting the snout into another feeder
While they have theirs whole
I don't get used to that much, I don't get used to that much
I can't get used to so much, to so much vertical death
My path is not drawn on the road
He has no footprints, he goes cross country
It goes cross country, it goes cross country…