Manu Chao
Babyface
From the streets of Bogota
To the sidewalks of Miami
It's too far for me anyways
So I'll just stay here
Why would I leave
My wonderful country ?
To go work
In the United States
I've got work here
Poppy and coca
It's not God who makes it growing
But my father and myself
Adios Zapata, viva Marijuhana!
For them, death
For us, samba!
Fuck the guerilla
We weren't that much
The armed diplomacy is ok
When you have no other way
With their pals
We found more stupid
We negociate
Hand in hand
The banks and the CIA
Are our best clients
Money of the coca
Eh! Money is money...
Adios Che Guevara! Que viva Marijuhana!
For them, death
For us, samba!
They killed their Indians
And ruined my country
We venge them
Without going in the mountains
We play the farmers
And Uncle Sam buy
And who is the dealer ?
Who fucks the planet ?
It's my father and me
Or no... it's the yuppie
Who rules us
And takes all our money
Adios Pancho Villa! Que vive Marijuhana!
For them, death
For us, samba!
The truth is that
Those suns of bitches
Are not taking the blame
For the poverty of their getthos
White gold kills their poors
Their negros and bandits
It justifies their cops
Makes their gun market going well
But one day the world
Will say "Basta!!!" like I do
To the misery
And will sing along with me
Viva Che Guevara! Zapata! Marcos and Pancho Villa!
Viva Marijuhana...
For us, hope...
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=HJ Clandestino=
Pis si ? moins y'en avait moins de pauv' cr?tins
Pr?ts ? mourir pour la Patrie
Kalishnikov et compagnie
Pour faire rouler l'?conomie
~~Cuba clandestino, Marijuana illegal~~
To the sidewalks of Miami
It's too far for me anyways
So I'll just stay here
Why would I leave
My wonderful country ?
To go work
In the United States
I've got work here
Poppy and coca
It's not God who makes it growing
But my father and myself
Adios Zapata, viva Marijuhana!
For them, death
For us, samba!
Fuck the guerilla
We weren't that much
The armed diplomacy is ok
When you have no other way
With their pals
We found more stupid
We negociate
Hand in hand
The banks and the CIA
Are our best clients
Money of the coca
Eh! Money is money...
Adios Che Guevara! Que viva Marijuhana!
For them, death
For us, samba!
They killed their Indians
And ruined my country
We venge them
Without going in the mountains
We play the farmers
And Uncle Sam buy
And who is the dealer ?
Who fucks the planet ?
It's my father and me
Or no... it's the yuppie
Who rules us
And takes all our money
Adios Pancho Villa! Que vive Marijuhana!
For them, death
For us, samba!
The truth is that
Those suns of bitches
Are not taking the blame
For the poverty of their getthos
White gold kills their poors
Their negros and bandits
It justifies their cops
Makes their gun market going well
But one day the world
Will say "Basta!!!" like I do
To the misery
And will sing along with me
Viva Che Guevara! Zapata! Marcos and Pancho Villa!
Viva Marijuhana...
For us, hope...
------------------
=HJ Clandestino=
Pis si ? moins y'en avait moins de pauv' cr?tins
Pr?ts ? mourir pour la Patrie
Kalishnikov et compagnie
Pour faire rouler l'?conomie
~~Cuba clandestino, Marijuana illegal~~
