Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tic - Tac, artist - Kaotiko. Album song Adrenalina, in the genre ПанкDate of issue: 20.02.2008
Record label: Oihuka
Song language: Spanish
Tic - Tac(original) |
| Bang-bang, se acaban mis sueños |
| Quizás no tenga otro de ellos |
| Dos misiles me han despertado… |
| Se oyen gritos de gente que muere |
| Huele el humo de cuerpos que arden |
| Y unos tanques giran en la calle |
| Apuntando a quienes no se callen |
| Tic-tac, preparo mis libros |
| Un dos, el mismo camino |
| Minas que no puedo pisar |
| Pin-pan, silbido de balas |
| Que recorren las aulas |
| Miro alrededor |
| Y hay que escapar… |
| Se oyen gritos de gente que muere |
| Huele el humo de cuerpos que arden |
| Y un ejército que va avanzando |
| Oro negro es lo que están buscando |
| Cambian la piel |
| Por gotas de petróleo |
| No hay para comer |
| Y ellos engordan |
| Bang-bang, se imponen culturas |
| Bang-bang, sus balas apuntan |
| Y una de mil me sigue a mí |
| Ya se que no es el recreo |
| Tampoco tengo tiempo |
| Para ser feliz |
| Voy a morir… |
| Se oyen gritos de gente que muere |
| Huele el humo de cuerpos que arden |
| Y unos tanques giran en la calle |
| Apuntando a quienes no se callen |
| Cambian la piel |
| Por gotas de petróleo |
| No hay para comer |
| Y ellos engordan |
| Se oyen gritos de gente que muere |
| Huele el humo de cuerpos que arden |
| Y en despachos cuatro hijos de puta |
| Que no luchan y que lo disfrutan |
| (translation) |
| Bang-bang, my dreams are over |
| Maybe I don't have another one |
| Two missiles have woken me up... |
| Screams are heard of people dying |
| Smell the smoke from burning bodies |
| And some tanks turn in the street |
| Aiming at those who don't shut up |
| Tick-tock, I prepare my books |
| One two, the same way |
| Mines I can't step on |
| Pin-pan, ping |
| who run through the classrooms |
| I look around |
| And you have to escape... |
| Screams are heard of people dying |
| Smell the smoke from burning bodies |
| And an army that is advancing |
| Black gold is what they are looking for |
| They change the skin |
| by drops of oil |
| there is nothing to eat |
| and they get fat |
| Bang-bang, cultures are imposed |
| Bang-bang, their bullets are aimed |
| And one in a thousand follows me |
| I know it's not recess |
| I don't have time either |
| To be happy |
| I'm going to die… |
| Screams are heard of people dying |
| Smell the smoke from burning bodies |
| And some tanks turn in the street |
| Aiming at those who don't shut up |
| They change the skin |
| by drops of oil |
| there is nothing to eat |
| and they get fat |
| Screams are heard of people dying |
| Smell the smoke from burning bodies |
| And in offices four sons of bitches |
| They don't fight and they enjoy it |