Sergent Garcia — Los Desaparecidos song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Los Desaparecidos" by Sergent Garcia.
Lyrics
Que alguien me diga si ha visto a mi esposo
preguntaba la doa, se llama Ernesto X tiene 40 aos
trabaja de celador en un negocio de carros
llevaba camisa oscura y pantalon claro
salio anteanoche y no ha regresado
y no se ya que pensar pues esto antes no me habia pasado
llevo tres dias buscando a mi hermana
se llama Altagracia igual que la abuela
salio del trabajo pa’la escuela
llevaba puestos unos jeans y una camisa blanca
no ha sido el novio el tipo esta en su casa
no saben de ella en la psn ni en el hospital
que alguien me diga si ha visto a mi hijo
es estudiante de pre medicina
se llama Agustin y es un buen muchacho
a veces es terco cuando opina
lo han detenido, no se que fuerza
pantalon claro camisa a rayas paso ante ayer
Clara quiones se llama mi madre
es un alma de dios no se mete con nadie
se la llevaron de testigo
por un asunto que es no mas conmigo
y fui a entregarme hoy por la tarde
y ahora no di que sabe quien se la llevo
anoche escuche varias explosiones
tiros de escopeta y de revolver
carros accelerzados, frenos gritos
ecos de botas en la calle.
Toques de puertas, quejas, por dioses y platos rotos
estaban dando la telenovela
por eso nadie miro pa' fuera
A donde van los desaparecidos?
busca en el agua y en los matorales
y por que es que se desaparecen?
porque no todos somos iguales
y cuando vuelve el desaparecido?
cada vez que lo llama el pensamiento
como se le habla al desaparecidos?
con la emocion apretando por dentro
Lyrics translation
Somebody tell me if you've seen my husband.
I was asking the doa, his name is Ernesto X has 40 aos
he works as a guard in a car business
he was wearing a dark shirt and light pants
he left the night before last and hasn't come back.
and I do not know what to think because this before had not happened to me
I've been looking for my sister for three days.
it's called Altagracia just like grandma
he left work for school.
he was wearing jeans and a white shirt
it wasn't the boyfriend. the guy's at home.
they don't know about her at the psn or the hospital.
somebody tell me if you've seen my son.
he's a pre-med student.
his name is Agustin and he's a good boy
sometimes he's stubborn when he thinks
they've stopped him, I don't know what force
light pants striped shirt Paso ante ayer
Clara chiones is called my mother
he's a soul of God. he doesn't mess with anyone.
they took her as a witness.
for a matter that is no more with me
and I went to turn myself in this afternoon
and now don't say you know who took her.
I heard several explosions last night.
shotgun and revolver shots
accelerated cars, brakes screaming
echoes of boots on the street.
Door touches, complaints, by gods and broken dishes
they were giving the soap opera
that's why no one looks outside
Where do the missing go?
look in the water and in the thickets
and why do they disappear?
because we're not all the same
and when does the missing man come back?
every time the thought calls it
how do you talk to the missing?
with the emotion squeezing inside