Macaco — Ratapampam song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ratapampam" by Macaco.
Lyrics
Habla la lengua de su ombligo
Son las bocas de elegidos
Por sus dedos consentidos
Le llaman libertad
Y sus desfiles de reproches
No hay recortes en sus botes
Sus palabras secaron las flores
Marchitaron la libertad
El insulto impera
El palo de ciego golpea
La libertad esta averiada
Suma y sigue su cuenta
De cara tapada, de cara tapada
Disparan balas de fuegos
Palabras que matan
Igual que un cañón
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Alguien callo, manos arriba, manos al aire
Manos limpias, moneda al aire, pero alguien callo (x2)
El dromedario de despacho
Se come el iba del empacho
De tu silencio iba borracho
Le llaman libertad
El móvil del crimen, le llaman necesidad
Al lujo de compartir, le llaman caridad
El arma a elegir, no es generosidad
Arrugada libertad
Las lagrimas se visten de largo
Demasiada tristeza, van a acumulando
Disparan los soldados de las leyes de mercado
Si aun no te han dado, si aun o te han dado
Si aun o te han dado
Disparan balas de fuegos
Palabras que matan
Igual que un cañón
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Alguien callo, manos arriba, manos al aire
Manos limpias, moneda al aire, pero alguien callo (x2)
Me confieso culpable de no haberte olvidado
Pasaje de nuestra vida, sobre un tren averiado
Se difuminan tus colores, tus olores siguen llegando
Pasajera, libertad…
Ratapampam, Ratatapampam, Ratapam
Ratapampam, Ratatapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam, Ratatapampam, Ratapam
Ratatapampam, Ratatapampam
Lyrics translation
He speaks the language of his navel
They are the mouths of the chosen
By his spoiled fingers
They call it freedom
And their parade of reproaches
There are no clippings on their boats
His words dried the flowers
Withered freedom
Insult prevails
The blind stick hits
Freedom is broken
Add and follow your account
Face down, face down
They fire bullets
Words that kill
Just like a cannon
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Somebody shut up, hands up, hands up
Clean hands, coin in the air, but someone shut up (x2)
The dromedary of dispatch
He eats the iba of the bag
From your silence I was drunk
They call it freedom
The motive of crime, they call it necessity
The luxury of sharing is called charity
The weapon of choice is not generosity
Wrinkled freedom
Tears dress long
Too much sadness, they will accumulate
They shoot the soldiers of the market laws
If you have not yet been given, if yet or have been given
If you have yet or been given
They fire bullets
Words that kill
Just like a cannon
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Somebody shut up, hands up, hands up
Clean hands, coin in the air, but someone shut up (x2)
I confess guilty of not forgetting you
Passage of our life, on a broken train
Your colors fade, your smells keep coming
Passenger, freedom…
Ratapampam, Ratatapampam, Ratapam
Ratapampam, Ratapampam, Ratapampam
Ratapampam, Ratatapampam, Ratapam
Loser, Loser, Loser