Kaotiko — Tic - Tac song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Tic - Tac" by Kaotiko.
Lyrics
Bang-bang, se acaban mis sueños
quizás no tenga otro de ellos,
dos misiles me han despertado…
Se oyen gritos de gente que muere,
huele el humo de cuerpos que arden,
y unos tanques giran en la calle,
apuntando a quienes no se callen.
Tic-tac, preparo mis libros
un dos, el mismo camino,
minas que no puedo pisar.
Pin-pan, silbido de balas
que recorren las aulas,
miro alrededor,
y hay que escapar…
Se oyen gritos de gente que muere,
huele el humo de cuerpos que arden,
y un ejército que va avanzando,
oro negro es lo que están buscando.
Cambian la piel
por gotas de petróleo,
no hay para comer,
y ellos engordan.
Bang-bang, se imponen culturas,
bang-bang, sus balas apuntan,
y una de mil me sigue a mí.
Ya se que no es el recreo,
tampoco tengo tiempo
para ser feliz,
voy a morir…
Se oyen gritos de gente que muere,
huele el humo de cuerpos que arden,
y unos tanques giran en la calle
apuntando a quienes no se callen.
Cambian la piel
por gotas de petróleo,
no hay para comer,
y ellos engordan.
Se oyen gritos de gente que muere,
huele el humo de cuerpos que arden,
y en despachos cuatro hijos de puta,
que no luchan y que lo disfrutan.
Lyrics translation
Bang-bang, my dreams are over
maybe I don't have another one of them.,
two missiles have awakened me…
Cries of dying people are heard,
smell the smoke of burning bodies,
and some tanks are spinning in the street,
targeting those who don't shut up.
Tick-tock, I prepare my books
a two, the same way,
mines I can't step on.
Pin-pan, bullet whistle
that roam the classrooms,
I look around,
and you have to escape…
Cries of dying people are heard,
smell the smoke of burning bodies,
and an army that is advancing,
Black Gold is what they're looking for.
They change the skin
by drops of oil,
there's no food.,
and they get fat.
Bang-bang, cultures prevail,
bang-bang, your bullets aim,
and one in a thousand follows me.
I know it's not recess.,
I don't have time either.
to be happy,
I'm going to die…
Cries of dying people are heard,
smell the smoke of burning bodies,
and some tanks are spinning in the street
targeting those who don't shut up.
They change the skin
by drops of oil,
there's no food.,
and they get fat.
Cries of dying people are heard,
smell the smoke of burning bodies,
and in offices four sons of bitches,
they don't fight and they enjoy it.