Translation of the song lyrics CANción de la Prisión - Canserbero

CANción de la Prisión (original)

26 de Junio, hoy ya se cumplen doce meses
Del día que fallece el único hijo del señor Julio
Con un solo disparo murió el niño de once
Por negarse al robo de un matón que todos conocen
Desde entonces todas las denuncias son ignoradas
Nadie ha visto nada, nadie sabe nada, nadie aquí hace nada
Y bajo la almohada 'e Julio 'ta la factura 'e la recarga
Y jura que esta noche la deuda será cobrada
Mientras andaba, recarga la caserina
Como se esperaba, ve al hijueputa después de cuatro esquinas
Camina lento, la cuatro frente a él se para
Y apenas le ve la cara, Julio, Julio en la cara le…
26 de Junio, hoy ya se cumplen doce meses
Del día que fallece el asesino del hijo de un hombre que
Estará encerrado esperando sentencia
Hasta que una chequera pueda comprobar su inocencia
Díganme cómo se perdona a un hijueputa
Que te mata a un ser querido sin causa, inducido por un vicio
Este himno es dedicado a seres humanos
Encerrados y asesinado antes de un juicio
And here’s a song to sing for every man inside
If he can hear you sing, it’s an open door
There’s not a rich man there who couldn’t pay his way
And buy the freedom that’s a high price for the poor
Díganme ustedes como se, se perdona a un hijueputa
Que te mata a un ser querido y en su cráneo una bala le incrusta
Si la violencia solo genera más violencia
Es obvio que las injusticias también causan acciones injustas
Este es un himno dedicado a esos hermanos embarcados
Por esa justicia que tomaron luego por sus manos
¿Señores gobernantes, ustedes qué harían
Si está libre todavía el que les mata un hijo a sangre fría?
La vida es venganza, men
Aunque a consecuencia te mueras en el presidio
Esperando jucio y sentencia, ¿ven?
Las negligencias del cuerpo penitenciario
Que no regenera, sino genera más muertes al barrio
Pues solo el del barrio es huésped de ese infierno
Mientras cuellos blancos narcos gobiernan estos gobiernos
Sí, solo el del barrio, claro, el oprimido eterno
Mientras narcos cuellos blancos cuervos reparten el cerdo
Si me preguntan la razón de esta canción
Inspirada en pro a los derechos humanos en la prisión
Les diré que no es pa' crear polémicas ni luchas
Simplemente es la voz de una gente que nadie escucha
Y por si algún día viera al que mató a mi hermano
Y en mis manos hubiera una arma de esas armas que tanto rechazo
Puedo yo entonar este himno a mí mismo
Cuando estén poniéndome los aros de acero en los brazos
And here’s a song to sing for every man inside
If he can hear you sing, it’s an open door
There’s not a rich man there who couldn’t pay his way
And buy the freedom that’s a high price for the poor
Esto no es polémica, esto es un llamado
De parte de los silenciados a los del Estado
A pasar un día con los encerrados
Con esos que han ignorado y les han robado
Voz y voto, vida, sueños, esperanzas, menos oportunidad
De cambio sincero, seguridad entre rejas, balas, odio, muerte
A menos que el dinero en vez de la justicia les dé libertad

(translation)

June 26, today marks twelve months
On the day that the only son of Mr. Julio dies
With a single shot the eleven-year-old boy died
For refusing to steal from a thug everyone knows
Since then all complaints are ignored
Nobody has seen anything, nobody knows anything, nobody here does anything
And under the pillow 'and Julio' is the bill 'and the recharge
And he swears tonight the debt will be collected
While he was walking, he recharges the caserina
As expected, see the motherfucker after four corners
He walks slowly, the four in front of him stop
And he barely sees his face, Julio, Julio in his face…
June 26, today marks twelve months
On the day that the murderer of the son of a man dies
He will be locked up awaiting sentence
Until a checkbook can prove your innocence
Tell me how to forgive a son of a bitch
That a loved one kills you without cause, induced by a vice
This hymn is dedicated to human beings
Locked up and murdered before a trial
And here's a song to sing for every man inside
If he can hear you sing, it's an open door
There's not a rich man there who couldn't pay his way
And buy the freedom that's a high price for the poor
Tell me how I know, a son of a bitch can be forgiven
That kills a loved one and a bullet embeds him in his skull
If violence only breeds more violence
It is obvious that injustices also cause unjust actions
This is a hymn dedicated to those brothers embarked
For that justice that they later took by their hands
Governors, what would you do?
If he who kills a son in cold blood is still free?
Life is revenge, man
Even if you die in prison as a result
Waiting for trial and sentence, see?
The negligence of the penitentiary body
That does not regenerate, but generates more deaths in the neighborhood
Well, only the one from the neighborhood is a guest of that hell
While white collar drug dealers rule these governments
Yes, only the one from the neighborhood, of course, the eternal oppressed
While narcos white necks crows distribute the pig
If you ask me the reason for this song
Inspired by human rights in prison
I will tell you that it is not to create controversies or fights
It's just the voice of a people that no one listens to
And in case one day I saw the one who killed my brother
And in my hands there would be a weapon of those weapons that I reject so much
Can I sing this hymn to myself
When they're putting the steel rings on my arms
And here's a song to sing for every man inside
If he can hear you sing, it's an open door
There's not a rich man there who couldn't pay his way
And buy the freedom that's a high price for the poor
This is not polemic, this is a call
From the silenced to the State
To spend a day with those locked up
With those who have ignored and stolen
Voice and vote, life, dreams, hopes, less opportunity
Of sincere change, security behind bars, bullets, hate, death
Unless money instead of justice gives them freedom