Translation of the song lyrics Tic - Tac - Kaotiko

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

Tic - Tac (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