Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cuestión de Prioridades, artist - Melendi. Album song Que El Cielo Espere Sentao.., in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 13.08.2006
Record label: Carlitos
Song language: Spanish
Cuestión de Prioridades(original) |
Que las palabras, sean mas lentas que las balas |
Que las baladas, ya no sean para dos |
Q tus latidos, que antes eran de cualquiera, |
Ahora solamente suenan por amor |
Que el prisionero ya no pose con cadenas |
Que las melenas no son sólo rock and roll |
Que una moneda nunca compre un sentimiento |
Pues si de algo m arrepiento es de aber comprao tu amor |
Y que la falda sea tan corta como quieras |
Que el problema es del que mira y no encuentra explicación |
A mi me preocupan más los niños que mueren de hambre |
Pero si me apuras me dan más pena sus madres |
Perdonen sus gobernantes es tan mi ignorancia |
No entiendo que en pleno año dos mil |
A mil kilometros de aquí |
Se estan muriendo de hambre |
Que la metralla se convierta en chocolate |
Para comerla o fumarla, que mas da |
Que mi hijo sea del sexo que sea |
Tenga una salud de hierro |
Y se parezca a su mama |
Y que la vida no se pierdan las pateras |
Que los desastres naturales se repartan |
Que perro flaco parecen todo son pulgas |
Nunca he visto un maremoto arrasar quinta avenue |
Que las ropas esten sucias, o esten rotas |
Casi nunca están reñidas |
Con tener buen corazón |
A mi me preocupan más los niños que mueren de hambre |
Pero si me apuras me dan más pena sus madres |
Perdonen sus gobernantes es tan mi ignorancia |
No entiendo que en pleno año dos mil |
A mil kilometros de aquí |
Se estan muriendo de hambre |
Se estan muriendo de hambre |
Y no les dams de comer |
Nos lo gastams todo en tanques pa podernos defender |
¿¿De qué?? |
¿¿de quién? |
De vuestros putos ombligos, mercenarios, arrogantes |
Que se den por aludidos son los putos asesinos, queee |
Los estaís matando de hambre… |
(translation) |
That words are slower than bullets |
That the ballads are no longer for two |
Q your heartbeats, which used to belong to anyone, |
Now they only sound for love |
That the prisoner no longer pose with chains |
That long hair is not just rock and roll |
That a currency never buys a feeling |
Well, if I regret something, it's a must, I bought your love |
And that the skirt is as short as you want |
That the problem belongs to the one who looks and cannot find an explanation |
I am more concerned about children who die of hunger |
But if you rush me I feel more sorry for their mothers |
Forgive your rulers, it's so my ignorance |
I do not understand that in the middle of the year two thousand |
A thousand kilometers from here |
they are starving |
Let the shrapnel turn into chocolate |
To eat it or smoke it, who cares |
That my son is of the sex that he is |
have iron health |
And she looks like her mom |
And that life does not lose the boats |
Let natural disasters spread |
What a skinny dog they seem everything is fleas |
I've never seen a tidal wave wash away fifth avenue |
That the clothes are dirty, or are torn |
They are almost never close |
with having a good heart |
I am more concerned about children who die of hunger |
But if you rush me I feel more sorry for their mothers |
Forgive your rulers, it's so my ignorance |
I do not understand that in the middle of the year two thousand |
A thousand kilometers from here |
they are starving |
they are starving |
And we don't feed them |
We spend it all on tanks so we can defend ourselves |
About what?? |
whose? |
Of your fucking navels, mercenaries, arrogant |
Let them be taken for granted are the fucking murderers, queee |
You are starving them... |