
Below is the lyrics of the song Evita, quien quiera oir que oiga: Quien quiera oir que oiga , artist - Silvina Garre, Lito Vitale, Diego Clemente with translation
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Silvina Garre, Lito Vitale, Diego Clemente
Cuando no recordamos lo que nos pasa,
nos puede suceder la misma cosa.
Son esas mismas cosas que nos marginan,
nos matan la memoria, nos queman las ideas,
nos quitan las palabras… oh…
Si la historia la escriben los que ganan,
eso quiere decir que hay otra historia:
la verdadera historia,
quien quiera oir que oiga.
Nos queman las palabras, nos silencian,
y la voz de la gente se oirá siempre.
Inútil es matar,
la muerte prueba
que la vida existe…
Cuando no recordamos lo que nos pasa,
nos puede suceder la misma cosa.
Son esas mismas cosas que nos marginan,
nos matan la memoria, nos queman las ideas,
nos quitan las palabras… oh…
Si la historia la escriben los que ganan,
eso quiere decir que hay otra historia:
la verdadera historia,
quien quiera oir que oiga.
Nos queman las palabras, nos silencian,
y la voz de la gente se oirá siempre.
Inútil es matar,
la muerte prueba
que la vida existe…
Si la historia la escriben los que ganan,
eso quiere decir que hay otra historia:
la verdadera historia,
quien quiera oir que oiga.
Nos queman las palabras, nos silencian,
y la voz de la gente se oirá siempre.
Inútil es matar,
la muerte prueba
que la vida existe…
Si la historia la escriben los que ganan,
eso quiere decir que hay otra historia:
la verdadera historia,
quien quiera oir que oiga.
Nos queman las palabras, nos silencian,
y la voz de la gente se oirá siempre.
Inútil es matar,
la muerte prueba
que la vida existe…
Nos queman las palabras, nos silencian,
y la voz de la gente se oirá siempre.
Inútil es matar,
la muerte prueba
que la vida existe…
When we do not remember what happens to us,
the same thing can happen to us.
It's those same things that marginalize us,
they kill our memory, they burn our ideas,
they take away our words… oh…
If history is written by those who win,
that means there is another story:
the true story,
Whoever wants to hear, let him hear.
Words burn us, silence us,
and the voice of the people will always be heard.
It is useless to kill,
death proves
that life exists...
When we do not remember what happens to us,
the same thing can happen to us.
It's those same things that marginalize us,
they kill our memory, they burn our ideas,
they take away our words… oh…
If history is written by those who win,
that means there is another story:
the true story,
Whoever wants to hear, let him hear.
Words burn us, silence us,
and the voice of the people will always be heard.
It is useless to kill,
death proves
that life exists...
If history is written by those who win,
that means there is another story:
the true story,
Whoever wants to hear, let him hear.
Words burn us, silence us,
and the voice of the people will always be heard.
It is useless to kill,
death proves
that life exists...
If history is written by those who win,
that means there is another story:
the true story,
Whoever wants to hear, let him hear.
Words burn us, silence us,
and the voice of the people will always be heard.
It is useless to kill,
death proves
that life exists...
Words burn us, silence us,
and the voice of the people will always be heard.
It is useless to kill,
death proves
that life exists...
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