Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Los hijos del hambre no tienen mañana , by - Canteca de macao. Release date: 05.05.2005
Song language: Spanish
Los hijos del hambre no tienen mañana(original) |
| Con la mirada perdía en esos ojos de cuencas vacías, |
| se me notan las costillas, debo vivir el día a día. |
| Y tú preocupao por cómo adelgazar, |
| pensando todo el día en esos kilitos de más. |
| Siéntate un ratito y ponte a pensar |
| en cómo viven y mueren los demás. |
| Pa poder vivir debo arriesgarme a morir, |
| aún me queda la esperanza de poder seguir aquí, |
| Navegab mis ilusiones en un frío mar añil, |
| escapar de la pobreza, por fin por fin por fin! |
| (bis) |
| Y si merece la pena hay cruzrar en una patera |
| que va a naufragar antes de llegar a Gibraltar. |
| Me asusta la pobreza, vete de aquí. |
| Nos quitas del trabajo y nos traes de fumar, |
| educamos a tus hijos pa que nos roben el pan, |
| el día de mañana nos va a gobernar. |
| Y apaga el televisor y todo vuelve a ser real, |
| las cosas que has visto se te van a olvidar |
| guerras, hambre, y precariedad… |
| Calla tu conciencia y déjate llevar… |
| Entonces se apagan las luces del barrio |
| y la gente duerme y no piensa |
| en los que pierden su vida a diario. |
| Con la mirada perdía en esos ojos de cuencas vacías, |
| se me notan las costillas, debo vivir al día. |
| (translation) |
| With his gaze he lost in those eyes of empty basins, |
| my ribs show, I have to live from day to day. |
| And you worry about how to lose weight, |
| thinking all day about those extra pounds. |
| Sit down for a while and think |
| in how others live and die. |
| To be able to live I must risk dying, |
| I still have the hope of being able to continue here, |
| I sailed my illusions in a cold indigo sea, |
| escape from poverty, at last at last at last! |
| (Bis) |
| And if it's worth it, you have to cross in a small boat |
| that is going to be shipwrecked before reaching Gibraltar. |
| Poverty scares me, get out of here. |
| You take us out of work and you bring us from smoking, |
| we educate your children so that they steal our bread, |
| tomorrow will govern us. |
| And turn off the TV and everything becomes real again |
| the things you have seen you will forget |
| wars, famine, and precariousness… |
| Shut up your conscience and let yourself go… |
| Then the neighborhood lights go out |
| and people sleep and don't think |
| in which they lose their lives on a daily basis. |
| With his gaze he lost in those eyes of empty basins, |
| my ribs show, I have to live from day to day. |