Below is the lyrics of the song La Parada del Bush , artist - Dulcamara with translation
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Dulcamara
De este a oeste con cara de malo,
Te pasas la vida sentenciando chicanos,
Y disfrutas muy mucho con tu traje tejano,
Ahora slo quiero dar pistoletazos.
Esas balas de mensaje divino,
La libertad como nico destino,
Camufladas en misiles con muy poco tino,
Y que slo divierten a cuatro cretinos.
Soy el amo, soy del mundo el ombligo.
Si tienes petrleo, tranqui, que eres mi amigo.
Invade terrenos, invade al vecino
T no te preocupes que yo estar contigo.
Y HASTA LA PARADA DEL AUTOBS, ME DA MIEDO
NO S QU PENSAR CON ESE SUFIJO, TAN FEO
ESCUCHE TO SAM SLO UN MOMENTO, QUE LE CUENTE
LA VIDA DE LOS HOMBRES NO ES UN JUGUETE, DE PRESIDENTES
Acepto t msica y tus guitarras,
Al pueblo que piensa fuera de tus garras,
Pero no quieras que bailemos contigo
Porque ahora, t, eres el enemigo.
Reconozco que bebo tu refresco
Y con tus botas juego al baloncesto,
No tengo nada contra el pueblo americano
Pero no pretendas que coma de tu mano.
Hoy, maana, OTAN vez pasado,
Llamo a mis amigos y la guerra ha empezado
Perdona si dices que han muerto inocentes
A m me da igual toda esa gente.
Y HASTA LA PARADA DEL AUTOBS, ME DA MIEDO
NO S QU PENSAR CON ESE SUFIJO, TAN FEO
ESCUCHE TO SAM SLO UN MOMENTO, QUE LE CUENTE
LA VIDA DE LOS HOMBRES NO ES UN JUGUETE, DE PRESIDENTES
«General tu tanque es fuerte, arrasa bosques aplasta hombres,
Pero tiene un defecto, necesita conductor.
General tu bombardero es poderoso, vuela alto,
Pero tiene un defecto, necesita conductor.
To Sam un hombre es til, puede volar y puede matar,
Pero tiene un gran defecto, puede pararse a pensar.»
From east to west with a bad face,
You spend your life sentencing Chicanos,
And you enjoy very much with your Texan suit,
Now I just want to fire guns.
Those divine message bullets,
Freedom as the only destiny,
Camouflaged in missiles with very little skill,
And that they only amuse four cretins.
I am the master, I am the navel of the world.
If you have oil, don't worry, you're my friend.
Invade land, invade the neighbor
Don't worry, I'll be with you.
AND EVEN THE BUS STOP, I'M SCARED
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK WITH THAT SUFFIX, SO UGLY
LISTEN TO SAM JUST A MOMENT, TELL YOU
THE LIFE OF MEN IS NOT A TOY, OF PRESIDENTS
I accept music and your guitars,
To the people who think outside your clutches,
But you don't want us to dance with you
Because now, you, are the enemy.
I admit that I drink your soda
And with your boots I play basketball
I have nothing against the American people
But don't expect him to eat out of your hand.
Today, tomorrow, NATO last time,
I call my friends and the war has begun
Forgive me if you say that innocents have died
I don't care about all those people.
AND EVEN THE BUS STOP, I'M SCARED
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK WITH THAT SUFFIX, SO UGLY
LISTEN TO SAM JUST A MOMENT, TELL YOU
THE LIFE OF MEN IS NOT A TOY, OF PRESIDENTS
«General your tank is strong, destroys forests crushes men,
But it has a defect, it needs a driver.
General your bomber is powerful, fly high,
But it has a defect, it needs a driver.
Uncle Sam a man is useful, he can fly and he can kill,
But he has a big flaw, he can stop to think. »
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