Si Te Preguntan [English translation]

Close your eyes

Close your eyes

Close your eyes

Ana Tijoux

Cuba and Chile, feel it!

Yo, yo, this is another story in the memory

of another corner of the planet

Another victory without glory...

Scum that whichever thorn pierces

Another sound of the machine gun

that's felt in another fucked-up corner

That the president didn't visit

Other delinquents taking your mind by assault

Armed with the problems of their people

Others who like you carry mistakes, feel

Survivors, parasites, only that makes us different

At the lowest, see where one lives hand to mouth

You tell me a day when there's no bundle you count, see!

Where this woman lives who does it to you for money

So her child gets fed

Where you don't go, you say it's dangerous, the ghetto

Drugs strangle, but those who introduce them don't fall

Gangs kill, police mistreat

While the royal mafia eats with silverware

It's our reality, we don't know luxury

Everything comes and goes, no one controls the flow

Lots of need inside little space

Let's go at a higher speed, because we live slow

Vices or partners, there's no law

Businesses, partners, there's no break

Hallelujah, we live in the street

Our house is bigger than yours

Chorus (x2):

I know that love, love without love left

When money is the power of faith

That behind it all there's always interest

But despite it all, I stay on my feet

Strong! I keep standing!

All the time, if they ask you, say we're from the street!

Cuba, Chile, and Latin America

Santiago, Havana, the united capitals

Center, south, mountain range, plain, valley, go walking now

toward the island, from the pier, the boulevards will open

The candles and the light will be lit

with their watch stars on soles

Effects on remnants, riots, school, caution, doesn't let go

She's the street, she's the mother

She's the grandmother of all the foundations

She who doesn't leave you, much less abandon you

She who doesn't let go of you, if life collapses on you

She's the base that makes a cup and is your house,

She's a piece of cement, she's your corner, she's your plaza

She who doesn't fail you, she who doesn't silence you

If you cry into her skirt, she hugs you on her wall

She who watches it all, observes it all, and adrift

Dodges aggressively, the liveliest exit

Explosive with life, she lives without rules

Creative and active, the most combative from the street

She saw it born in her blanket, saw it fall to so many, so many

That no song would reach so many

Firm and strong for all those absent

Firm and strong for all those present

Chorus (x2):

I know that love, love without love left

When money is the power of faith

That behind it all there's always interest

But despite it all, I stay on my feet

Strong! I keep standing!

All the time, if they ask you, say we're from the street!

Yeah, I come from a dark place, plenty of shadows

Where the law is not to respect the law they place

Where official injustice, trampled on, is bought

And truth that turns inspires that lie that surrounds us

Keep your faith strong

Don't let spiritual misdeeds affect you

Nor work in your soul, infect it

Friend without a brake, lean your forehead

The view is heavy, the people hurried, go on the trail,

And humanity thinks only of money.

And in the street, sad sorrow stays free, cold,

And frivolity kisses us

Wash yourself, lava burns you

Nothing stays with you, nothing stays with you

Quench that thirst, quench your thirst

Escape your being and

Fix your feet where you can

Blood runs, mistakes, there's no one to erase, wrap, that

And with responsibility, and don't breath deeply

Because it can fall like the towers

And it will not resist to see that your being is not disgraced

The end is, sings, and a rooster

The street is a ring where the King of Kings

We want to be your horse

They throw the hand to the speed of lightning

And more expensive than a Rolls Royce of the year, they take the mistakes out of you

Ana Tijoux, sister, say yes

In Chile they pay in dollars

and they charge in the club... like the Mapuche fabric, I fight so they hear my voice in the place where, corrupt, right now, it's up to God

Chorus (x2):

I know that love, love without love left

When money is the power of faith

That behind it all there's always interest

But despite it all, I stay on my feet

Strong! I keep standing!

All the time, if they ask you, say we're from the street!

Close your eyes

Close your eyes

Close your eyes

• Artist:Ana Tijoux