Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Son Niños , by - Nena Daconte. Song from the album Una Mosca En El Cristal, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2009
Record label: Universal Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Son Niños(original) |
| Que yo no sé si está bien |
| Yo ya no sé qué está bien |
| Yo solo sé que no quiero que un niño |
| Vuelva a escarbar en el fango buscando zapatos |
| Los zapatos baratos que hizo otro niño aún más barato |
| Al otro lado del mundo |
| Que yo no sé si está bien |
| Yo ya no sé qué está bien |
| Yo solo sé que no quiero que un hombre quiera matar a un hermano |
| Niños jugando a soldados mirando hacia el cielo y el arma en las manos |
| Poetas malditos, esclavos del tiempo |
| Que no me grites |
| Que no me susurres |
| No seas tan valiente |
| Que no me asustes |
| Que no me dirijas |
| No seas tan cobarde |
| Que yo no sé a donde vamos |
| No sé si nos vamos |
| El cuerpo ocupado de que puede estar hecho el barro del pensamiento |
| No sé si me inclino ante quién he ganado |
| Poetas malditos, cuando perdí mis zapatos |
| Son niños completamente perdidos |
| Acomplejados por la gran ciudad |
| Aniquilados por su velocidad |
| Son niños completamente perdidos |
| Acomplejados por la gran ciudad |
| Aniquilados por su velocidad |
| Son niños completamente perdidos |
| Acomplejados por la gran ciudad |
| Aniquilados por su velocidad |
| (translation) |
| That I don't know if it's okay |
| I don't know what's right anymore |
| I only know that I do not want a child |
| Go back to digging in the mud looking for shoes |
| The cheap shoes another kid made even cheaper |
| The other side of the world |
| That I don't know if it's okay |
| I don't know what's right anymore |
| I just know that I don't want a man to want to kill a brother |
| Children playing soldiers looking up at the sky and the weapon in their hands |
| Cursed poets, slaves of time |
| don't yell at me |
| don't whisper to me |
| Don't be so brave |
| don't scare me |
| don't lead me |
| Don't be such a coward |
| That I don't know where we're going |
| I don't know if we're leaving |
| The busy body that the mud of thought can be made of |
| I don't know if I bow to who I've won |
| Cursed poets, when I lost my shoes |
| They are completely lost children |
| Self-conscious about the big city |
| Annihilated by their speed |
| They are completely lost children |
| Self-conscious about the big city |
| Annihilated by their speed |
| They are completely lost children |
| Self-conscious about the big city |
| Annihilated by their speed |