Jarabe De Palo — Sale a escena song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Sale a escena" by Jarabe De Palo.
Lyrics
Sale a escena un tipo que da pena
Elegante, aparente, como seguro de si mismo
Un mentiroso con estilo, recitando prometiendo
Moviendo los brazos como un espantapajaros
Es politicamente correcto, un tramposo un payaso
Al rato el cuento se acaba y lo Que ha dicho no ha servido para nada
Sale a escena un charlatan, que persigue la noticia
Le gusta ser el artista, sentirse protagonista
El numero uno, el rey de la pista
La informacion no es importante pero si los titulares
Guerra violencia y muerte, vende
Amor esperanza y verdad no vende
No se vayan todavia que aun hay mas
Volvemos despues de la publicidad
El teatro esta al completo va a empezar otra funcion
El publico espera que le den la medicina
Hoy la gente esta impaciente se levantara el telon
Realidad y ficcion estan mas cerca cada dia
Sale a escena un televisor, contra el arte, la cultura
La inteligencia la literatura, teleadiccion, manipulacion
Too much information mecanismo
De control contra la comunicacion
Venta de ideologias contra las ideas propias
Telebasura contra la cultura
Fiesta sensacionalista con actores de segunda fila
La caja tonta, dicen
Sale a escena una persona joven, mujer
Son las siete treinta de la mañana
Del once de marzo de 2004
Estacion de atocha, Madrid
Catorce de julio del sesenta y nueve
Diez de diciembre del setenta y uno
Dieciseis de octubre del ochenta y tres
Veintinueve de junio del ochenta y siete
Veinticinco de febrero del noventa y quatro
Doce de octubre del dos mil y uno
Lyrics translation
There's a guy on the scene who's a pain in the ass.
Elegant, apparent, like self-assured
A stylish liar, reciting promising
Waving his arms like a scarecrow
He's politically correct, a cheater a clown
After a while the story ends and what he has said has served no purpose
A charlatan comes to the scene, who pursues the news
He likes to be the artist, feel like a protagonist
Number one, the king of the track
The information is not important but if the headlines
War violence and death, sells
Love hope and truth does not sell
Don't go yet there's still more
We'll be back after the publicity.
The theater is full is going to start another function
The public expects to be given the medicine
Today people are impatient will raise the curtain
Reality and fiction are closer every day
A TV set comes out, against art, culture
Intelligence literature, teleadication, manipulation
Too much information mechanism
Control against communication
Selling ideologies against one's own ideas
Telebasura against culture
Sensational party with second-row actors
The silly box, they say
A young person goes on stage, a woman
It's 7: 30 a.m.
Of 11 March 2004
Atocha Station, Madrid
Fourteenth of July of the sixty-ninth
December ten of the seventy-one
Sixteenth of October eighty-three
Twenty-ninth of June eighty-seven
Twenty-fifth of February of the ninety-fourth
October twelve of the two thousand and one