Union 13 — Roots Radicals song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Roots Radicals" by Union 13.
Lyrics
Tome el 60 autobus, afuera de Los Angeles
Ben Sandoval me estaba esperando
All the punk-rockers and the moon stompers
Estaban en la esquina pidiendo dinero…
Yo empece a pensar, y luego a tomar
No me acuerdo mucho de ese dia
Se me hizo como chiste cuando se acabo el dinero
A donde vamos a los quince anos…
Con la musica ejecucion y hablando de revolucion y la sangre en mi me dice.
Dales la bota, raices radicales
Dales la bota porque somos radicales
Dales la bota, raices florecen en mi barrio…
El radio esta tocando, Desmond Dekker cantando
En el autobus 43 vamos hacia la subida
Nada esta entrando, pero el reggae sonando
Y todos venimos de pobres familias
Pues nimodo y levanto la botella
Oye senor chofer deje a esa gente subir
Chica mala Carol con sus faldas cortas
Mi vision nublada no miro ningun mal…
Con la musica ejecucion y hablando de revolucion y la sangre en mi me dice.
Dales la bota, raices radicales
Dales la bota porque somos radicales
Dales la bota, raices florecen en mi barrio…
En mi barrioooo!!!
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah…
Tomaba ese autobus, afuera de Los Angeles
Ben Sandoval me estaba esperandome
All the punk-rockers and the moon stompers
Estaban en la esquina pidiendo dinero…
El radio esta tocando, Desmond Dekker cantando
En el bus 43 vamos hacia la subida
Chica mala Carol con sus faldas cortas
Mi vision nublada no miro ningun mal…
Con la musica ejecucion y hablando de revolucion y la sangre en mi me dice.
Dales la bota, raices radicales
Dales la bota porque somos radicales
Dales la bota, raices florecen en mi barrio…
Dales la bota, raices radicales
Dales la bota porque somos radicales
Dales la bota, raices florecen en mi barrio…
Lyrics translation
Take the 60 bus, outside of Los Angeles
Ben Sandoval was waiting for me.
All the punk-rockers and the moon stompers
They were in the corner asking for money…
I began to think, and then to take
I don't remember much of that day.
I was made a joke when the money ran out
Where we go when we're fifteen…
With music execution and talking about revolution and blood in me tells me.
Give them the boot, radical roots
Give them the boot because we are radical
Give them the boot, roots bloom in my neighborhood…
The radio is playing, Desmond Dekker singing
On bus 43 we go to the climb
Nothing's coming in, but reggae playing
And we all come from poor families
Then nimodo and lift the bottle
Hey, driver, let those people up.
Bad girl Carol with her short skirts
My clouded vision I don't look at any evil…
With music execution and talking about revolution and blood in me tells me.
Give them the boot, radical roots
Give them the boot because we are radical
Give them the boot, roots bloom in my neighborhood…
In my barrioooo!!!
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah…
I used to take that bus outside of Los Angeles.
Ben Sandoval was waiting for me.
All the punk-rockers and the moon stompers
They were in the corner asking for money…
The radio is playing, Desmond Dekker singing
On bus 43 we go to the climb
Bad girl Carol with her short skirts
My clouded vision I don't look at any evil…
With music execution and talking about revolution and blood in me tells me.
Give them the boot, radical roots
Give them the boot because we are radical
Give them the boot, roots bloom in my neighborhood…
Give them the boot, radical roots
Give them the boot because we are radical
Give them the boot, roots bloom in my neighborhood…