No Te Va Gustar — Tirano song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Tirano" by No Te Va Gustar.
Lyrics
Si supieras lo que generas
ay si supieras cuantas vidas quemas
Es que quiero creer que no eres consciente
porque nunca verías a un hijo morirse de un tiro en la frente.
¿Qué se siente al no sentir dolor
y pensar que sos mi salvador?
Es que quiero creer que no sos consiente
Vos podrás manejar los bolsillos pero no las mentes.
De rodillas ante vos el mundo entero,
entre lágrimas y sangre por el suelo,
esperando que algo caiga desde el cielo,
indefenso sin salida y sin consuelo
Que fácil es morir en una plaza,
que simple es disparar desde tu casa
Tirano, no hay espada en el mundo que sea
capaz de cortarte las manos.
Tirano, tirano, mil plegarias en vano
no sirven para que te mueras temprano.
Tirano.
Tirano, no hay espada en el mundo que sea
capaz de cortarte las manos.
Tirano, tirano, mil plegarias en vano
no sirven para que te mueras temprano.
Tirano.
De rodillas ante vos el mundo entero,
(Tirano, no hay espada en el mundo que sea)
entre lágrimas y sangre por el suelo,
(capaz de cortarte las manos.)
esperando que algo caiga desde el cielo,
(Tirano, tirano, mil plegarias en vano)
indefenso sin salida y sin consuelo.
(no sirven para que te mueras temprano Tirano)
Lyrics translation
If you knew what you generated
Oh, if you knew how many lives you burn
I just want to believe that you're not conscious
because you'd never see a son die from a gunshot to the forehead.
What does it feel like not to feel pain
and think you're my savior?
I just want to believe that you're not consenting
You can handle the pockets but not the minds.
On your knees before you the whole world,
between tears and blood on the ground,
waiting for something to fall from the sky,
helpless without a way out and without comfort
How easy it is to die in a square,
how simple it is to shoot from your home
Tyrant, there is no sword in the world that is
able to cut off your hands.
Tyrant, tyrant, a thousand prayers in vain
they're not good for you to die early.
Tyrant.
Tyrant, there is no sword in the world that is
able to cut off your hands.
Tyrant, tyrant, a thousand prayers in vain
they're not good for you to die early.
Tyrant.
On your knees before you the whole world,
(Tyrant, there is no sword in the world that is)
between tears and blood on the ground,
(able to cut off your hands.)
waiting for something to fall from the sky,
(Tyrant, tyrant, thousand prayers in vain)
helpless with no way out and no comfort.
(not good for you to die early tyrant)