Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Todo Se Quema , by - Leon Gieco. Release date: 06.04.2021
Song language: Spanish
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Todo Se Quema , by - Leon Gieco. Todo Se Quema(original) | 
| Hemos visto borrar | 
| De un plumazo a un pueblo | 
| Casas, niños, madres | 
| Jóvenes, padres y abuelos | 
| Hemos visto caer | 
| Parte de la historia | 
| De este único mundo | 
| Que es lo poco que tenemos | 
| Hemos visto llover | 
| Un centenar de balas | 
| Sobre inmigrantes | 
| Y te hemos visto a vos | 
| Sentado en un balcón | 
| En un sillón con monerón | 
| Mirando como | 
| Todo se quema | 
| Cruzó tres fronteras | 
| A San Diego al fin llegó | 
| Se llama Elizabeth | 
| Es del Salvador | 
| Lo que quedó de ella | 
| Se juntó con su familia | 
| Lo que quedó de ella | 
| Un abrazo recibió | 
| Lo que quedó de ella | 
| Un año nuevo festejó | 
| Lo que quedó de ella | 
| Lo empujaron a un avión | 
| Gracias a un soplón | 
| Sentado en un balcón | 
| En un sillón con monerón | 
| Mirando como | 
| Todo se quema | 
| Ha visto presidentes | 
| Latinoamericanos | 
| Ir a España a festejar | 
| El quinto centenario | 
| Día de la raza | 
| Un nuevo aniversario | 
| O el primer genocidio | 
| Que hubo en el condado | 
| Es imposible juntar | 
| Agua con aceite | 
| El mundo es una grieta | 
| No resiste ningún puente | 
| Y ahí está el huevón | 
| Sentado en un balcón | 
| En un sillón con monerón | 
| Mirando como | 
| Todo se quema | 
| Hemos visto argentinos | 
| Arrogantes futboleros | 
| Creer que todo el mundo | 
| Está pendiente de lo nuestro | 
| Ansiedad, paranoia | 
| Síndrome de Estocolmo | 
| Victorean a los chorros | 
| Que otra vez se llevan todo | 
| ¿Quién se quedó | 
| Con el dinero que gasté | 
| Pegando estampillas | 
| En mi libreta de ahorro? | 
| ¿Y a dónde está el ladrón? | 
| Sentado en un balcón | 
| En un sillón con monerón | 
| Mirando como | 
| Todo se quema | 
| El campo necesita | 
| Para que le quede guita | 
| Cuatrocientos mil millones | 
| De aero tintos venenosos | 
| Hay quienes se envenenan | 
| Por lo que entra por la boca | 
| Hay quienes se envenenan | 
| Por lo que entra por la lengua | 
| Hay quienes se envenenan | 
| Porque el estado mufa todo | 
| Hay quienes se envenenan | 
| Votando un malo presidente | 
| Y aquel se hizo trol | 
| Sentado en un balcón | 
| En un sillón con monerón | 
| Mirando como | 
| Todo se quema | 
| El uno por ciento quiere esto torcer | 
| El nueve por ciento tiene el poder | 
| De lo queda en su cuenta sólo come | 
| Y el resto se mueve sin saber por qué | 
| Tantos años votando | 
| Y casi nunca resultó | 
| Nos piden los votos | 
| Pero nunca perdón | 
| Le dicen al traidor | 
| Sentado en un balcón | 
| En un sillón con monerón | 
| Mirando como | 
| Todo se quema | 
| Volvamos la página | 
| Al rojo | 
| Dejo al descubierto | 
| La gente de mierda | 
| Que siempre odió a pobres | 
| Enfermos y viejos | 
| Oliente, noviembre | 
| Que duro dos mil veinte | 
| Viví trescientos años | 
| Pero cumplo seis nueve | 
| Estoy en un balcón | 
| Sentado en un sillón | 
| Con la tibiez de un calefón | 
| Mirando como | 
| Todo se quema | 
| Se quema | 
| Todo se quema | 
| (translation) | 
| We have seen delete | 
| From a stroke of the pen to a town | 
| Houses, children, mothers | 
| Youth, parents and grandparents | 
| we have seen fall | 
| part of the story | 
| Of this one world | 
| what little we have | 
| we have seen rain | 
| A hundred bullets | 
| about immigrants | 
| And we have seen you | 
| sitting on a balcony | 
| In an armchair with moneron | 
| looking like | 
| everything burns | 
| crossed three borders | 
| Finally arrived in San Diego | 
| Her name is Elizabeth | 
| she is from the savior | 
| what was left of her | 
| She reunited with her family | 
| what was left of her | 
| a hug received | 
| what was left of her | 
| A new year she celebrated | 
| what was left of her | 
| They pushed him into a plane | 
| Thanks to a snitch | 
| sitting on a balcony | 
| In an armchair with moneron | 
| looking like | 
| everything burns | 
| Has seen presidents | 
| Latin Americans | 
| Go to Spain to celebrate | 
| the fifth centenary | 
| Day of race | 
| a new anniversary | 
| Or the first genocide | 
| what happened in the county | 
| It is impossible to put together | 
| water with oil | 
| The world is a crack | 
| Does not resist any bridge | 
| And there is the asshole | 
| sitting on a balcony | 
| In an armchair with moneron | 
| looking like | 
| everything burns | 
| We have seen Argentines | 
| arrogant soccer fans | 
| believe that everyone | 
| He is aware of what is ours | 
| anxiety, paranoia | 
| Stockholm syndrome | 
| Victorean to the jets | 
| That once again they take everything | 
| who stayed | 
| With the money that I spent | 
| sticking stamps | 
| In my savings book? | 
| And where is the thief? | 
| sitting on a balcony | 
| In an armchair with moneron | 
| looking like | 
| everything burns | 
| The field needs | 
| so that he has twine | 
| four hundred billion | 
| Of aero poisonous reds | 
| There are those who are poisoned | 
| For what enters through the mouth | 
| There are those who are poisoned | 
| For what enters the tongue | 
| There are those who are poisoned | 
| Because the state mufa everything | 
| There are those who are poisoned | 
| Voting for a bad president | 
| And that one became a troll | 
| sitting on a balcony | 
| In an armchair with moneron | 
| looking like | 
| everything burns | 
| The one percent want this twisted | 
| The nine percent have the power | 
| Of what is left in his account he only eats | 
| And the rest move without knowing why | 
| so many years voting | 
| And it hardly ever worked out | 
| They ask us for votes | 
| but never forgive | 
| They tell the traitor | 
| sitting on a balcony | 
| In an armchair with moneron | 
| looking like | 
| everything burns | 
| let's turn the page | 
| to red | 
| I lay bare | 
| the fucking people | 
| who always hated poor people | 
| sick and old | 
| Oliente, November | 
| that lasted two thousand and twenty | 
| I lived three hundred years | 
| But I turn six nine | 
| I am on a balcony | 
| sitting in an armchair | 
| With the warmth of a heating | 
| looking like | 
| everything burns | 
| It's burning | 
| everything burns | 
| Name | Year | 
|---|---|
| Alas De Tango | 2005 | 
| Canción Para Carito ft. Leon Gieco | 1992 | 
| Razon De Vivir ft. Leon Gieco, Victor Heredia | 2002 | 
| Bajaste Del Norte | 2002 | 
| De Igual A Igual | 2002 | 
| Un Minuto ft. Pato Fontanet | 2012 | 
| Tierra de Sol y Luna ft. Pete Seeger | 1994 | 
| Los Salieris De Charly | 2002 | 
| La Navidad De Luis | 2002 | 
| Las Madres Del Amor | 2000 | 
| Sin Querer | 2012 | 
| Buenos Aires (De Tus Amores) | 2012 | 
| Ruta Del Coya | 2012 | 
| Viejos Amores | 2000 | 
| Canción Para Luchar | 2000 | 
| Uruguay, Uruguay | 2012 | 
| 8 de Octubre ft. Luis Alberto Spinetta | 2021 | 
| Ella | 2010 | 
| Hoy Bailaré | 2021 | 
| El Argentinito | 2010 |