Son Son - Macaco

Qué más da quién lo dijo?

Si fue un profeta o si fue la vendedora del delantal

La voz corre de boca en boca

Pidiendo auxilio, muy silenciosa

Hay quien dice «pa qué quejarse?

«Ya que está dicho, olvídate

Hay quien dice «pa qué acordarse?

«El tiempo pasa, resígnate

Son, voces de la tierra

Son, gritos que no llegan

Son son, voces de este mundo

Son lo que son, son como tú y yo

Al lado tuyo o al otro lado del mundo

Unos ojos se cierran mientras otros se abren

Murmullo grita constante

Aunque unos dicen «no oigo, esto no va conmigo»

Y entre ecos y neblinas

Nos hacemos los locos

«No sé, hay que ver

Vaya mundo éste», decimos

Desde la salita de estar, revolución del mando a distancia

And the first world keep reaching for the next one

Son, voces de la tierra

Son, gritos que no llegan

Son son, voces de este mundo

Son lo que son, son como tú y yo

Who cares who said it?

If he was a prophet or if she was the seller of the apron

The word spreads from mouth to mouth

Calling for help, very silent

There are those who say “why complain?

«Since it is said, forget

There are those who say “why remember?

«Time passes, resign yourself

They are, voices of the earth

They are, screams that do not arrive

Son son, voices of this world

They are what they are, they are like you and me

Next to you or on the other side of the world

Some eyes close while others open

Murmur screams constant

Although some say "I don't hear, this doesn't go with me"

And between echoes and mists

we act crazy

"I don't know, we have to see

What a world this is," we say

From the living room, remote control revolution

And the first world keep reaching for the next one

They are, voices of the earth

They are, screams that do not arrive

Son son, voices of this world

They are what they are, they are like you and me