Residente This Is Not America Lyrics English Translation
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I'm here, hey
What are we' here
Look at me, I'm here'
For a long time when you arrived
The footprints of our shoes were already there
Even cat food was stolen
And they're still licking their plate.
Well enabronao with these ingrates
Today I hit the drums hard, until they accuse me of mistreatment.
If you do not understand the data, then I throw it in cumbia
Bossa nova, tango or vallenato
A la Calabó and Bambú, bien frontú
Warm-blooded, like Timbuktu
We are on the menu
Tupac is called Tupac after Túpac Amaru from Peru
America is not just America, Dad
This is from Tierra del Fuego to Canada
You have to be very gross, well hollow
It's like saying Africa is just Morocco.
To these scoundrels
They forgot that the calendar they use was invented by the Mayans
With pre-Columbian Valdivia
For a long time, uh, this continent walks
But not even with toa the navy can they get out of the showcase
To the peasant plague
This goes to the foreman of the company
The machete is not just to cut cane,
It is also to 'cut off head'
Here I am,' I always am'
We didn't leave,' we're not leaving'
Here I am' to remember you
If you want my machete, it bites you
Here I am,' I always am'
We didn't leave,' we're not leaving'
Here I am' to remember you
If you want my machete, it bites you
If you want my machete, it bites you
If you want my machete, it bites you
If you want my machete, it bites you
It bites you, it bites you
The paramilitaries, the guerrillas
The children of conflict, gangs
Blacklists, false positives
Journalists killed, disappeared
Narco-governments, everything they stole
Those who demonstrate and those who forgot
Persecutions, coups d'état
The bankrupt country, the exiles, the peso devalued
Drug trafficking, cartels
Invasions, undocumented emigrants
Five presidents in eleven days
Shooting at point-blank range by police
More than a hundred years of torture
The nova trova singing in the middle of the dictatorship
We are the blood that blows atmospheric pressure
Gambino, my brother, this is America
Here I am,' I always am'
We didn't leave,' we're not leaving'
Here I am' to remember you
If you want my machete, it bites you
Here I am,' I always am'
We didn't leave,' we're not leaving'
Here I am' to remember you
If you want my machete, it bites you
If you want my machete, it bites you
If you want my machete, it bites you
If you want my machete, it bites you
It bites you, it bites you
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