Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Blues del Esclavo, artist - Mecano. Date of issue: 26.10.2005
Song language: Spanish
El Blues del Esclavo(original) |
| El ser negrito |
| Es un color |
| Lo de ser esclavo |
| No lo trago |
| Me tiene frito |
| Tanto trabajar de sol a sol |
| Las tierras del maldito señorito |
| Los compañeros |
| Piensan igual |
| O hay un Espartaco |
| Que entre a saco |
| Y esto cambia |
| O 'tos pa' Gambia |
| Desde Kunta Kinte a nuestros días |
| Pocas mejorías |
| A ver si ahora con la guerra de secesión |
| Se admite nuestro sindicato del algodón |
| Que a saber |
| Quiere obtener |
| Descanso dominical, un salario normal |
| Dos pagas, mes de vacaciones |
| Y una pensión tras la jubilación |
| Que se nos trate |
| Con dignidad |
| Como a semejantes |
| Emigrantes |
| Que se terminen |
| Las pasadas |
| Las palizas del patrono |
| Y el derecho de pernada |
| Y el que prefiera que se vuelva |
| Al Senegal |
| Correr desnudos por la selva |
| Con la mujer y el chaval |
| Ir natural |
| 'erguiendo' cuello y testuz |
| Como hermana avestruz |
| Para que no digan |
| Que somos unos zulus |
| Ir cantando este blues |
| Y el que prefiera que se vuelva |
| Al Senegal |
| Correr desnudos por la selva |
| Con la mujer y el chaval |
| Ir natural |
| 'erguiendo' cuello y testuz |
| Como hermana avestruz |
| Para que no digan |
| Que somos unos zulus |
| Hemos hecho este blues |
| (translation) |
| being black |
| Its a color |
| About being a slave |
| I don't drink it |
| has me fried |
| So much work from sunrise to sunset |
| The lands of the damn lord |
| the companions |
| they think alike |
| Or is there a Spartacus |
| let him enter the sack |
| and this changes |
| O 'cough pa' Gambia |
| From Kunta Kinte to the present day |
| few improvements |
| Let's see if now with the secession war |
| Our cotton union is admitted |
| What to know |
| want to get |
| Sunday rest, a normal salary |
| Two payments, month of vacation |
| And a pension after retirement |
| let us be treated |
| With dignity |
| as similar |
| emigrants |
| that they end |
| The past |
| The beatings of the boss |
| And the right of pernada |
| And whoever prefers to return |
| To Senegal |
| Running naked through the jungle |
| With the woman and the kid |
| go natural |
| 'standing up' neck and head |
| Like ostrich sister |
| So they don't say |
| that we are Zulus |
| Go singing this blues |
| And whoever prefers to return |
| To Senegal |
| Running naked through the jungle |
| With the woman and the kid |
| go natural |
| 'standing up' neck and head |
| Like ostrich sister |
| So they don't say |
| that we are Zulus |
| We've done this blues |