Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crónicas de un Gay, artist - El Barrio. Album song Duermevela, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 18.10.2009
Record label: Flamenco Abierto
Song language: Spanish
Crónicas de un Gay(original) |
(Si el amar libremente es pecado |
He pecado libremente por amar? |
«NA» mas fue ver la luz |
Lo bautizaron de sinvergüenza |
Sin camisita y sin canesu |
Pero Manuel juega con muñecas |
Nunca ha visto el cielo azul |
Siempre tuvo indiferencia |
Aunque con una inquietud |
Vestía de blanco sus inocencias |
No tuvo norte ni tuvo sur |
Pero muy clara sus ideas |
«NA» mas fue ver la luz |
Y presagiaron su adolescencia |
Que llevaría en esclavitud |
Como castigo y penitencia |
Amanerada su aptitud |
La sociedad no le importaba si |
Algún dia lo trataba |
Con desprecio y con ausencia |
Sin camisita y sin canesu |
Pero Manuel juega con muñecas |
ESTRIBILLO |
Y que gracia le da |
Ver señores que esconden tras la sotana unas |
Ideas equivocadas |
A la que enseño el señor |
Le da vergüenza como imponen su doctrina |
Crucifican a la vida y hablen en pos del amor |
Es imposible que en el siglo veintiuno |
Todavia guarden ayuno y vallan de antipecador |
Mas le valdria un examen de conciencia |
Vaya hacer que su excelencia |
Sea «acusao» de dictador |
«NA» mas fue ver la luz |
Lo bautizaron de sinvergüenza |
Manuel tiene los ojos puesto en su madre |
Por que le da reparo hablar con su padre |
Le da tanta penita |
Que se entere que su niño |
Ha cambiado de ser hombre |
A ser un hermafrodita |
Aunque no teme que la vida |
Lo tache mariquita |
«NA» mas fue ver la luz |
Y sin reparo |
Sabia que su cuerpo estaba equivocado |
No busca culpable |
Y señala con el dedo |
Ni ha pedido explicaciones a algo |
Que es inexplicable |
Se mira ante el espejo |
Y se siente invulnerable |
ESTRIBILLO |
(translation) |
(If loving freely is a sin |
Have I sinned freely to love? |
«NA» but it was seeing the light |
They called him a scoundrel |
No shirt and no yoke |
But Manuel plays with dolls |
He has never seen the blue sky |
He always had indifference |
albeit with a trepidation |
He dressed his innocence in white |
She had no north nor had she south |
But his ideas are very clear. |
«NA» but it was seeing the light |
And presaged his adolescence |
What would I wear in bondage? |
As punishment and penance |
Affected your fitness |
Society didn't care if |
One day I treated him |
With contempt and with absence |
No shirt and no yoke |
But Manuel plays with dolls |
CHORUS |
And how graceful it is |
See gentlemen who hide behind the cassock |
wrong ideas |
To which the Lord taught |
He is ashamed as they impose their doctrine |
Crucify life and speak for love |
It is impossible that in the twenty-first century |
Still keep fast and be anti-sinful |
It would be better for him to examine his conscience |
Go make your Excellency |
Be "accused" of being a dictator |
«NA» but it was seeing the light |
They called him a scoundrel |
Manuel has his eyes on his mother |
Why does he hesitate to talk to his father? |
He gives her so much pain |
Let him know that his child |
He has changed from being a man |
to be a hermaphrodite |
Although he does not fear that life |
cross it out ladybug |
«NA» but it was seeing the light |
and without hesitation |
He knew his body was wrong |
He doesn't look guilty |
And he points his finger |
He has not even asked for explanations for something |
what is inexplicable |
He looks at himself in the mirror |
And he feels invulnerable |
CHORUS |