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Letra de Latinoamrica de Calle 13 (2011)

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Latinoamrica
Soy, soy lo que dejaron, Soy las sobras de lo que te robaron,
Un pueblo escondido en la cima, Mi piel es de cuero por eso aganta cualquier clima,
Soy una fbrica de humo, Mano de obra campesina para tu consumo,
En el medio del verano, El amor en los tiempos del clera,
Mi hermano!
Soy el que nace y el da que muere, Con los mejores atardeceres,
Soy el desarrollo en carne viva, Un discurso sin saliva,
Las caras ms bonitas que he conocido, Soy la fotografa de un desaparecido,
La sangre dentro de tus venas, Soy un pedazo de tierra que vale la pena,
Una canasta con frijoles.
Soy Maradona contra Inglaterra Anotndole dos goles.
Soy lo que sostiene mi bandera, La espina dorsal de mi planeta, en mi cordillera.
Soy lo que me ense mi padre, El que no quiere a su patria no quiere a su madre.
Soy Amrica Latina un pueblo sin piernas pero que camina.
T no puedes comprar al viento,
T no puedes comprar al sol
T no puedes comprar la lluvia,
T no puedes comprar al calor.
T no puedes comprar las nubes,
T no puedes comprar mi alegra,
T no puedes comprar mis dolores.
Tengo los lagos, tengo los ros, Tengo mis dientes pa cuando me sonro,
La nieve que maquilla mis montaas, Tengo el sol que me seca y la lluvia que me baa,
Un desierto embriagado con pellotes, Un trago de pulque para cantar con los coyotes,
Todo lo que necesito!
Tengo a mis pulmones respirando azul clarito,
La altura que sofoca, Soy las muelas de mi boca mascando coca,
El otoo con sus hojas desmayadas, Los versos escritos bajo las noches estrelladas,
Una via repleta de uvas, Un caaveral bajo el sol en Cuba,
Soy el mar Caribe que vigila las casitas, Haciendo rituales de agua bendita,
El viento que peina mi cabello, Soy todos los santos que cuelgan de mi cuello,
El jugo de mi lucha no es artificial porque el abono de mi tierra es natural.
Vamos caminando, vamos dibujando el camino!
(En Portugus)

No se pode comprar o vento


No se pode comprar o sol
No se pode comprar a chuva
No se pode comprar o calor
No se podem comprar as nuvens
No se podem comprar as cores
Voc no pode comprar a minha felicidade
Voc no pode comprar a minha tristeza
T no puedes comprar al sol.
T no puedes comprar la lluvia.
(Vamos dibujando el camino,
vamos caminando)
No puedes comprar mi vida.
MI TIERRA NO SE VENDE.

Trabajo bruto pero con orgullo, Aqu se comparte lo mo es tuyo,


Este pueblo no se ahoga con marullos, Y si se derrumba yo lo reconstruyo,
Tampoco pestaeo cuando te miro, Para que te recuerdes de mi apellido,
La operacin cndor invadiendo mi nido, Perdono pero nunca olvido, oye!
Vamos caminado, aqu se respira lucha.
Vamos caminando, yo canto porque se escucha.
Vamos caminando, aqu estamos de pie.
Que viva Latinoamrica!
No puedes comprar mi vida!
[retrieved from http://letras.terra.com.br/calle-13/1780833/]

Ingls
Latinoamrica
I am
I am what they left
Im all about what that was stolen.
A village hidden on the peak,
My skin is from leather thats why it stands any weather.
Im a factory of smoke,
A peasant working hand for your consumption
Cold Front in the middle of summer,

Love in the Time of Cholera, my brother.


The sun that is born and the day that dies,
with the best evenings.
I am developing raw,
a political speech without saliva.
The most beautiful faces Ive met,
Im the photograph of a missing person.
Im the blood in your veins,
Im a piece of land that is worth it.
Im a basket with beans,
Im Maradona against England scoring 2 goals.
Im what that holds my flag,
the backbone of the planet is my Andes.
Im what my father taught me,
Who doesnt love his fatherland dont love his mother.
Im Latin America,
People without legs but who can walk
You cant buy the wind.
You cant buy the sun.
You cant buy the rain.
You cant buy the heat.
You cant buy the clouds.
You cant buy the colors.
You cant buy my happiness.
You cant buy my pains.
I have the lakes, I have the rivers.
I have my teeth for when I smile.
The snow that puts make up on my mountains.
I have the sun that dries me and the rain that washes me
*A desert intoxicated with beautiful drinks of pulque
To sing with the coyotes is all that I need.
I have my lungs breathing clear blue.
The height that suffocates.
Im the teeth that chew the Coca.
*The autumn with its dropping leaves
The lines written under the starry night.
A wineyard filled with grapes.
A sugar cane plantation under the Cuban sun.
Im the Caribbean Sea watching over the houses,
Doing rituals of holy water.
The wind that combs my hair.
Im all the saints that hang from my neck.
The juice of my struggle is not artificial,
Because the fertilizer of my land is natural.

You cant buy the wind.


You cant buy the sun.
You cant buy the rain.
You cant buy the heat.
You cant buy the clouds.
You cant buy the colors.
You cant buy my happiness.
You cant buy my pains.

(In Portuguese)
You cant buy the wind.
You cant buy the sun.
You cant buy the rain.
You cant buy the heat.
You cant buy the clouds.
You cant buy the colors.
You cant buy my happiness.
You cant buy my sadness.
You cant buy the sun.
You cant buy the rain.
(we are drawing the way, we are walking)
You cant buy my life.
MY LAND IS NOT FOR SALE.
Working hard but with pride,
Here we share, whats mine is yours.
These people cant be drawn with big waves.
And if it collapses Ill rebuilt it.
*neither blink when I see you.
So that youll remember my surname.
Operation Condor is invading my nest.
I forgive but Ill never forget!
(we are walking)
The struggle breathes here.
(we are walking)
I sing because it sounds.
Here we are standing.
Long live Latin America!
You cant buy my life!
[retrieved from http://lyricstranslate.com/en/latinoamerica-add-english-title-here.html]

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