Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Angel de la Bicicleta, artist - Teresa Parodi. Date of issue: 13.07.2008
Song language: Spanish
El Angel de la Bicicleta(original) |
| Cambiamos ojos por cielo |
| Sus palabras tan dulces, tan claras |
| Cambiamos por truenos |
| Sacamos cuerpo, pusimos alas |
| Y ahora vemos una bicicleta alada que viaja |
| Por las esquinas del barrio, por calles |
| Por las paredes de baños y cárceles |
| ¡Bajen las armas! |
| ¡Que aquí solo hay pibes comiendo! |
| Cambiamos fe por lágrimas |
| Con qué libro se educó esta bestia |
| Con saña y sin alma |
| Dejamos ir a un ángel |
| Y nos queda esta mierda que nos mata sin importarle |
| De dónde venimos, qué hacemos, qué pensamos |
| Si somos obreros, curas o médicos |
| ¡Bajen las armas! |
| ¡Que aquí solo hay pibes comiendo! |
| Cambiamos buenas por malas |
| Y al ángel de la bicicleta lo hicimos de lata |
| Felicidad por llanto |
| Ni la vida ni la muerte se rinden |
| Con sus cunas y sus cruces |
| Voy a cubrir tu lucha más que con flores |
| Voy a cuidar de tu bondad más que con plegarias |
| ¡Bajen las armas! |
| ¡Que aquí solo hay pibes comiendo! |
| Cambiamos ojos por cielo |
| Sus palabras tan dulces, tan claras |
| Cambiamos por truenos |
| Sacamos cuerpo, pusimos alas |
| Y ahora vemos una bicicleta alada que viaja |
| Por las esquinas del barrio, por calles |
| Por las paredes de baños y cárceles |
| ¡Bajen las armas! |
| ¡Que aquí solo hay pibes comiendo! |
| (translation) |
| We exchange eyes for heaven |
| Her words so sweet, so clear |
| We traded for thunder |
| We took body, we put wings |
| And now we see a winged bicycle traveling |
| Through the corners of the neighborhood, through streets |
| Through the walls of bathrooms and prisons |
| Put down your weapons! |
| That there are only kids eating here! |
| We traded faith for tears |
| With what book was this beast educated |
| With viciousness and without soul |
| We let go of an angel |
| And we are left with this shit that kills us without caring |
| Where we come from, what we do, what we think |
| If we are workers, priests or doctors |
| Put down your weapons! |
| That there are only kids eating here! |
| We change good for bad |
| And we made the angel of the bicycle out of tin |
| happiness by crying |
| Neither life nor death surrender |
| With their cradles and their crosses |
| I will cover your fight with more than flowers |
| I will take care of your kindness more than with prayers |
| Put down your weapons! |
| That there are only kids eating here! |
| We exchange eyes for heaven |
| Your words so sweet, so clear |
| We traded for thunder |
| We took body, we put wings |
| And now we see a winged bicycle traveling |
| Through the corners of the neighborhood, through streets |
| Through the walls of bathrooms and prisons |
| Put down your weapons! |
| That there are only kids eating here! |