Sergent Garcia — Que Palique song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Que Palique" by Sergent Garcia.
Lyrics
Poda haber sido soldado
El alma vendida por un sueldo.
Poda haber sido militar
Haber callado la boca pa’dejar las armas hablar.
Poda haber sido soldado
El cerebro reducido a la talla de un garbanzo,
Poda haber sido militar
Pero haber sido militar
Pero yo no puedo mamita,
Yo soy soy ms listo que el Zorro.
Poda haber sido un poderoso presidente
Pero no puedo mamita
Soy hombre libre.
C’est la dbrouille, Manuel, c’est le systme D.
Tu n’as pas le choix, si tu veux te dmerder,
J’ai beau scruter l’horizon
O est la solution?
Vivre mil ans comme un pion
Ou mourir aujourd’hui comme un lion.
Soy hombre sencillo
Vivo con la duda.
Un da soldado,
Siempre pacifista.
A veces me pregunto qu sentido tiene la lucha,
Y al dia sigiente qu lucha tiene sentido,
Amo a una mujer, amo a la montana,
La muerte no me asusta, la noche es mi compaera
Antono el viejo indio me dijo un da Basta ya de hablar que todo es bobera.
version franaise:
Quelle tchatche, quelle tchatche, quelle tchatche a ce type, Man,
J’aurais pu tre militaire
L’me vendue pour une paye
J’aurais pu tre soldat, j’aurais pu me taire
Pour laisser parler les armes,
Devenir soldat, Le cerveau rduit la taille d’un pois chiche.
Devenir militaire
Mais je ne veux pas chrie
Je suis plus intelligent que le renard.
J’aurais pu tre ouvrier
J’aurais pu tre docteur
J’aurais pu tre politicien
Mais c’est impossible car je lutte pour ton amour
J’aurais pu tre Don Quichotte
J’aurais lutter comme un fou contre des moulins gants
J’aurais pu tre un puissant prsident
Mais je ne peux pas mon amour,
Je suis un homme libre.
C’est la dbrouille, Manuel, c’est le systme D.
Tu n’as pas le choix, si tu veux te dmerder,
J’ai beau scruter l’horizon
O est la solution?
Vivre mil ans comme un pion
Ou mourir aujourd’hui comme un lion.
Je suis un homme simple,
Je vis avec le doute.
Un jour soldat,
Toujours pacifiste.
Parfois je me demande quel sens a le combat?
Et le jour suivant, quelle lutte a un sens?
J’aime une femme, j’aime la montagne,
la mort ne m’effraie pas, la nuit est ma compagne.
Antonio, le vieil indien m’a dit un jour:
Rien ne sert de parler, tout est sottise
Lyrics translation
Pruning to have been welded
The Soul sold for a salary.
Poda have been military
Shut your mouth to let the guns talk.
Pruning to have been welded
The brain reduced to the size of a chickpea,
Poda have been military
But having been military
But I can't, mommy.,
I'm smarter than the Fox.
He may have been a powerful president
But I can't, mamita.
I'm a free man.
It's the D-wheel, Manuel, it's the D-system.
You don't have a choice, if you want to lose yourself,
I may have looked at the horizon
O is the solution?
Live a thousand years like a pawn
Or die today like a lion.
I'm a simple man
I live with doubt.
A soldier gives,
Always a pacifist.
Sometimes I wonder what's the point of the fight,
And the next day that fight makes sense,
I love a woman, I love montana,
Death does not frighten me, night is my compaera
Antono the old Indian told me a da enough and talk that everything is silly.
French version:
What a chat, what a chat, what a chat this guy has, Man,
I could have been military.
The me sold for a pay
I could have been a soldier, I could have been quiet
To let the weapons speak,
Becoming a soldier, the brain reduces the size of a chickpea.
Becoming military
But I don't want chrie
I'm smarter than the Fox.
I could have been a worker.
I could have been a doctor.
I could have been a politician.
But it's impossible because I fight for your love
I could have been Don Quixote.
I'd fight like crazy against Mills gloves
I could have been a powerful president.
But I can't my love,
I'm a free man.
It's the D-wheel, Manuel, it's the D-system.
You don't have a choice, if you want to lose yourself,
I may have looked at the horizon
O is the solution?
Live a thousand years like a pawn
Or die today like a lion.
I'm a simple man,
I live with doubt.
One day soldier,
Always a pacifist.
Sometimes I wonder what's the point of fighting?
And the next day, what fight makes sense?
I love a woman, I love the mountain,
death does not frighten me, night is my companion.
Antonio, the old Indian once told me:
Nothing to talk about, everything is stupidity