Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ratapampam, artist - Macaco. Date of issue: 22.03.2015
Song language: Spanish
Ratapampam(original) |
| Habla la lengua de su ombligo |
| Son las bocas de elegidos |
| Por sus dedos consentidos |
| Habla la lengua de su ombligo |
| Son las bocas de elegidos |
| Por sus dedos consentidos |
| Le llaman libertad |
| Y sus desfiles de reproches |
| No hay recortes en sus botes |
| Sus palabras secaron las flores |
| Marchitaron la libertad |
| El insulto impera |
| El palo de ciego golpea |
| La libertad esta averiada |
| Suma y sigue su cuenta |
| De cara tapada, de cara tapada |
| Disparan balas de fuegos |
| Palabras que matan |
| Igual que un cañón |
| Ratapampam, Ratapampam |
| Ratapampam, Ratapampam |
| Alguien callo, manos arriba, manos al aire |
| Manos limpias, moneda al aire, pero alguien callo (x2) |
| El dromedario de despacho |
| Se come el iba del empacho |
| De tu silencio iba borracho |
| Le llaman libertad |
| El móvil del crimen, le llaman necesidad |
| Al lujo de compartir, le llaman caridad |
| El arma a elegir, no es generosidad |
| Arrugada libertad |
| Las lagrimas se visten de largo |
| Demasiada tristeza, van a acumulando |
| Disparan los soldados de las leyes de mercado |
| Si aun no te han dado, si aun o te han dado |
| Si aun o te han dado |
| Disparan balas de fuegos |
| Palabras que matan |
| Igual que un cañón |
| Ratapampam, Ratapampam |
| Ratapampam, Ratapampam |
| Alguien callo, manos arriba, manos al aire |
| Manos limpias, moneda al aire, pero alguien callo (x2) |
| Me confieso culpable de no haberte olvidado |
| Pasaje de nuestra vida, sobre un tren averiado |
| Se difuminan tus colores, tus olores siguen llegando |
| Pasajera, libertad… |
| Ratapampam, Ratatapampam, Ratapam |
| Ratapampam, Ratatapampam, Ratapampam |
| Ratapampam, Ratatapampam, Ratapam |
| Ratatapampam, Ratatapampam |
| (translation) |
| Speak the language of your navel |
| They are the mouths of the chosen |
| By your consented fingers |
| Speak the language of your navel |
| They are the mouths of the chosen |
| By your consented fingers |
| they call it freedom |
| And their parades of reproaches |
| There are no cuts in your boats |
| His words dried the flowers |
| withered freedom |
| The insult reigns |
| The blind stick hits |
| freedom is damaged |
| Add and follow your account |
| With a covered face, with a covered face |
| They shoot fire bullets |
| words that kill |
| just like a cannon |
| Ratapampam, Ratapampam |
| Ratapampam, Ratapampam |
| Someone was silent, hands up, hands in the air |
| Clean hands, coin in the air, but someone was silent (x2) |
| The dispatch dromedary |
| He eats the empacho |
| I was drunk from your silence |
| they call it freedom |
| The motive for the crime, they call it necessity |
| They call the luxury of sharing charity |
| The weapon of choice is not generosity |
| wrinkled freedom |
| Tears are dressed in length |
| Too much sadness, they will accumulate |
| The soldiers of the laws of the market shoot |
| If they haven't given you yet, if they haven't given you yet |
| If they haven't given you |
| They shoot fire bullets |
| words that kill |
| just like a cannon |
| Ratapampam, Ratapampam |
| Ratapampam, Ratapampam |
| Someone was silent, hands up, hands in the air |
| Clean hands, coin in the air, but someone was silent (x2) |
| I confess guilt of not having forgotten you |
| Passage of our life, on a broken train |
| Your colors fade, your scents keep coming |
| Passenger, freedom... |
| Ratapampam, Ratatapampam, Ratapam |
| Ratapampam, Ratatapampam, Ratapampam |
| Ratapampam, Ratatapampam, Ratapam |
| Ratatapampam, Ratatapampam |