Fernando Delgadillo — Mi Tiempo song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mi Tiempo" by Fernando Delgadillo.
Lyrics
Si antes decia
-oye todo esta bien-
Y con los gringos
Nos hicieron tener
Un pacto de libre comercio
Nunca imaginamos
Pagar tan alto precio
Bush firmo con Salinas
Y ahi empezo el hambre asesina.
Ahora te digo
Que todo esta igual,
El comunismo ya no supo alcanzar.
La era del consumismo
Es la moda mas actual
Lo mismo gana un taxista
Que un doctor profesionista.(Requinto)
Tecnologias de la modernidad
Nuevos conceptos
Realidad virtual
Creimos ser primer mundo,
Nos enchufaron
Y aprendimos de un segundo
Que la imagen tercer mundista
Es premio Nacional a economistas.
Sali a las calles a buscar un lugar
Y en el 'newspaper'
Brilla la sociedad
Buscamos un nuevo empleo,
Ambulante o tragafuego
Limpiador de parabrisas
O Cantante en telerisa.
! Hey men! Quisiera
Ahora ser como tu Irme p’al norte
Y cantar este blues.
Pero con la migra racista
No creerian que soy turista.
Mejor me inscribo a la olimpiada
Y compito como espalda mojada.
Mi tiempo exige
Un futuro mejor
Pasan los dias
Y estamos mucho peor
La crisis no tiene salida
La muerte nos tiene en la mira.
'Onde quedo la comida
Y el bienestar para la familia
Rastros muy claros
De la devaluacion
Producto innato
De esta corrupcion
Politicos que se ofrecen
A cuidar sus intereses
Si el pueblo no dice nada
Nos va a llevar laa… Que seeeaaaaaa.
Lyrics translation
If you said before
- hey, everything's fine.-
And with the gringos
They made us have
A free trade pact
We never imagined
Pay so high price
Bush signed with Salinas
And that's where the murderous hunger began.
Now I tell you
That everything is the same,
Communism could no longer reach.
The era of consumerism
It is the most current fashion
The same goes for a taxi driver
Than a professional doctor.(Refinement)
Technologies of modernity
New concepts
Virtual reality
We believe we are first World,
They plugged us in.
And we learned from a second
That the third worldist image
It's a national economist award.
I took to the streets to find a place
And in the newspaper
Society shines
We are looking for a new job,
Walking or shooting
Windscreen wiper
Or singer on telerisa.
! Hey men! Want
Now be like You Go North
And sing this blues.
But with the racist migration
They wouldn't think I was a tourist.
I'd better sign up for the Olympics
And I compete like a wet back.
My time demands
A better future
The days go by
And we're much worse
The crisis has no way out
Death has us in sight.
'Where's the food?
And well-being for the family
Very clear traces
Devaluation
Innate product
Of this corruption
Policies offered
To take care of their interests
If the people say nothing
He's gonna take us laa ... that seeeaaaaaa.