A las que se rebelan, no se callan
las humildes y las mansas
las que imaginan cosas imposibles
el derecho a ser felices
A las que viven solas pisoteadas
las que ya no esperan nada
a las desamparadas olvidadas
a las que caen y se levantan
Cuantas vidas humilladas
cuantas lágrimas calladas
lo más triste es la tristeza
en el club de las mujeres muertas
A veces porque miran, porque callan
porque piensan se delatan
a veces porque cuentan, por que lloran
o porque no entienden nada
Hay quien perdona todo a quien las mata
por un beso, una mirada
hay quien lo espera todo, de quien aman
y no pierden la esperanza
Cuantas vidas humilladas
cuantas lágrimas calladas
lo más triste es la tristeza
en el club de las mujeres muertas
Quemadas, arrastradas por los pelos
torturadas, devastadas
violadas legalmente, apuñaladas
algún juez las mira y pasa
Dicen que tienen celos y se nublan
que no saben lo que hicieron
y cuando beben dicen no ser ellos
yo soy yo más este infierno
Cuantas vidas humilladas
cuantas lágrimas calladas
lo más triste es la tristeza
en el club de las mujeres muertas
las humildes y las mansas
las que imaginan cosas imposibles
el derecho a ser felices
A las que viven solas pisoteadas
las que ya no esperan nada
a las desamparadas olvidadas
a las que caen y se levantan
Cuantas vidas humilladas
cuantas lágrimas calladas
lo más triste es la tristeza
en el club de las mujeres muertas
A veces porque miran, porque callan
porque piensan se delatan
a veces porque cuentan, por que lloran
o porque no entienden nada
Hay quien perdona todo a quien las mata
por un beso, una mirada
hay quien lo espera todo, de quien aman
y no pierden la esperanza
Cuantas vidas humilladas
cuantas lágrimas calladas
lo más triste es la tristeza
en el club de las mujeres muertas
Quemadas, arrastradas por los pelos
torturadas, devastadas
violadas legalmente, apuñaladas
algún juez las mira y pasa
Dicen que tienen celos y se nublan
que no saben lo que hicieron
y cuando beben dicen no ser ellos
yo soy yo más este infierno
Cuantas vidas humilladas
cuantas lágrimas calladas
lo más triste es la tristeza
en el club de las mujeres muertas
Langue: anglais
English version by BorikuaTainoGuerrero
Album: El Perro del Garaje/The Garage Dog.
Singer: Victor Manuel
(2004)
* This one here is a crude but very important song against female violence. Female violence should not be tolerated under any circumstance and should always be repudiated by everyone anywhere. Thank you for listening.
Long live females everywhere!
Album: El Perro del Garaje/The Garage Dog.
Singer: Victor Manuel
(2004)
* This one here is a crude but very important song against female violence. Female violence should not be tolerated under any circumstance and should always be repudiated by everyone anywhere. Thank you for listening.
Long live females everywhere!
THE CLUB OF THE DEAD WOMEN:
To the rebel women, that do not stay shut
to the humble and to the meek
to those who imagine impossible things
to their right of being happy
For all of those living alone and being trampled
to those who do not expect anything
to those helpless and forgotten
to those who fall and rise
How many humiliated lives
how many silent tears
the saddest thing is the sadness
in the club of dead women
Sometimes because they look, because are silent
because they think themselves away
sometimes because they tell, because they cry
or do not understand anything
There are some who forgive it all to those who kill
for just a kiss, for just a glance
There are some who expect it all from those whom they love
and never lose their hope
How many humiliated lives
how many silent tears
the saddest thing is the sadness
in the club of dead women
Burned, dragged by the hair
tortured, torned
legally raped, stabbed
some judge looks at this and let it be
They say they are just jealous and that they are clouded
that they do not know what they did
and when they drink, they claim not to be themselves
"I am no longer living this hell"
How many humiliated lives
how many silent tears
the saddest thing is the sadness
in the club of dead women.
To the rebel women, that do not stay shut
to the humble and to the meek
to those who imagine impossible things
to their right of being happy
For all of those living alone and being trampled
to those who do not expect anything
to those helpless and forgotten
to those who fall and rise
How many humiliated lives
how many silent tears
the saddest thing is the sadness
in the club of dead women
Sometimes because they look, because are silent
because they think themselves away
sometimes because they tell, because they cry
or do not understand anything
There are some who forgive it all to those who kill
for just a kiss, for just a glance
There are some who expect it all from those whom they love
and never lose their hope
How many humiliated lives
how many silent tears
the saddest thing is the sadness
in the club of dead women
Burned, dragged by the hair
tortured, torned
legally raped, stabbed
some judge looks at this and let it be
They say they are just jealous and that they are clouded
that they do not know what they did
and when they drink, they claim not to be themselves
"I am no longer living this hell"
How many humiliated lives
how many silent tears
the saddest thing is the sadness
in the club of dead women.
envoyé par BorikuaTainoGuerrero - 3/11/2014 - 09:07
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