El Último Ke Zierre — Tu Casa Está Cerrada song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Tu Casa Está Cerrada" by El Último Ke Zierre.
Lyrics
Ay que pena
Que las aguas del estrecho no callaran
Cuando cruzó por ellas la vida y la esperanza
Que la luna no alumbrara
Las estrellas no brillaran
Ni cegara las miradas de los perros de la playa
Y que sólo la mañana delatase sus pisadas
No sufrir más la vergüenza de sus cuerpos en la arena
¿Sabes tú, vecino, de cuántos muertos hablarán mañana?
¿Sabes tú, vecino, de cuántos muertos hablarán mañana?
Dime, ¿cuántos hacen falta para hacernos vomitar?
Dime si apenas te importa que todo siga igual
Dime si apenas te importa
Dime lo que ya sabemos y no queremos ver
Dímelo hasta que me importe y no me deje comer
Dime lo que ya sabemos
Que no hay agua pal sediento
Que no hay paz pa quien la anhela
Que no hay sombra, que no hay pan
Que no hay techo ni trabajo en esta casa cristiana
En esta casa cristiana
Que tu casa está cerrada
A los vientos de poniente
Que no quieres más aromas
Que tu casa está cerrada
Lyrics translation
What a pity
May the waters of the strait not be silent
When he crossed through them life and hope
That the moon will not light
The Stars won't shine
Nor will it blind the eyes of the beach dogs
And that only the morning would reveal his footsteps
No longer suffer the shame of their bodies in the sand
Do you know, neighbor, how many dead people will talk about tomorrow?
Do you know, neighbor, how many dead people will talk about tomorrow?
Tell me, how many will it take to make us vomit?
Tell me if you barely care that everything stays the same
Tell me if you barely care
Tell me what we already know and don't want to see
Tell me until I care and don't let me eat
Tell me what we already know
That there is no water thirsty pal
That there is no peace for those who long for it
That there is no shadow, that there is no bread
That there is no roof or work in this Christian house
In this Christian house
That your house is closed
To the westerly winds
That you don't want any more aromas
That your house is closed