If The North Was The South

Spanish

si el notre fuera el sur

El norte sus McDonald's, basketball y Rock'N Roll
Sus topless, sus Madonas y el abdomen de Stallone
Intelectuales del bronceado, eruditos de supermercado
Tienen todo pero nada lo han pagado.

Con 18 eres un nio para un trago en algn bar
Pero ya eres todo un hombre pa' la guerra y pa' matar
Viva Vietnam y que viva Forest Gump
Viva Wall Street y que viva Donald Trump
Viva el Seven Eleven.

Polvean su nariz y usan jeringa en sus bolsillos
Viajan con marihuana para entender la situacin
De este juez del planeta que lanza una invitacin
Cortselo a tu marido y ganars reputacin.

CORO:

Las barras y las estrellas se aduean de mi bandera
Y nuestra libertad no es otra cosa que una ramera
Y si la deuda externa nos rob la primavera
Al diablo la geografa se acabaron las fronteras....

Si el norte fuera el sur seran los Sioux los marginados
Ser moreno y chaparrito sera el look ms cotizado
Marcos sera el Rambo mexicano
Y Cindy Crawford la Mench de mis paisanos
Reagan sera Somoza

Fidel sera un atleta corriendo bolsas por Wall Street
Y el Ch hara hamburguesas al estilo Double Meat
Los yankees de mojados a Tijuana
Y las balsas de Miami a la Habana, si el norte fuera el sur.

Seramos igual o tal vez un poco peor
Con las Malvinas por Groenlandia
Y en Guatemala un Disneylandia
Y un Simn Bolivar rompindo su secreto
Ah les va el 187, fuera a los yankees por decreto.

CORO:

Las barras y las estrellas se aduean de mi bandera
Y nuestra libertad no es otra cosa que una ramera
Y si la deuda externa nos rob la primavera
Al diablo la geografa se acabaron las fronteras.... (Se repite 2 veces)

Si el norte fuera el sur, sera la misma porquera
Yo cantara un Rap y esta cancin no existira.

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English

If The North Was The South

The north with their McDonald's, basketball and Rock'N Roll
Their topless bars, Madonnas, and stomach of Stallone
Tanned intellectuals, supermarket scholars
They have everything but haven't paid for anything.

With 18 you too young to have a drink in the bar
But you're man enough for war and to kill
Long live Vietnam and Forest Gump
Long live Wall Street and Donald Trump
Long live Seven Eleven

They powder their nose and use a syringe in their pockets
They travel with marijuana to understand the situation
Of this judge of the planet that throws an invitation
Court your spouse and you will win a reputation

Chorus:

The rods and stars take control of my flag
And our liberty nothing but a whore
And if the external debt steals our spring
To hell with geography borders are finished

If the north was the south would the Sioux be outcasts
Would being dark and indigenous be the popular look
Would Marcos be the Mexican Rambo
And Cindy Crawford the Mench of my countrymen
Reagan maybe a Samosan

Fidel would be an athlete running the stock market in Wall Street
And Che making Double Hamburgers
The yankees wetbacks to Tijuana
And the boats going from Miami to Havana, if the north was the south.

We would be the same or maybe a little worse
With the Falkland Islands by Greenland
And Disneyland in Guatemala
And Simon Bolivar letting out his secret

CHORUS:

The rods and stars take control of my flag
And our liberty nothing but a whore
And if the external debt steals our spring
To hell with geography borders are finished

If the north was the south, it would be the same crap
I would be singing Rap and this song would even exist.

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