LYRICS
Uno De Dos
(Música y Letra: Stephen Aguilera-Mendoza)
Que engañoso es lo cotidiano
Imperceptible
Tu caricia y querer se internalizan
Invisibles
Pero hoy sentada aquí te veo
Y por un momento la realización
Me desnivela
Que tipo de magia es esta
Parece hacer uno de dos
Pero más
Siempre mas
Que el amor aumenta todo
One From Two
(Music and Lyrics: Stephen Aguilera-Mendoza)
How deceptive the everyday is,
Imperceptible.
Your caresses and love become internalised,
Invisible.
But today, sitting here, I see you,
And for a moment that realisation
Puts me in a spin.
What kind of magic is this,
That seems to make one from two,
But more,
Always more,
For love amplifies all.
Hasta Que La Dignidad Se Haga Costumbre
(Música: Stephen Aguilera-Mendoza, Ricardo Cancino, Cesar Marin; Letra: Stephen Aguilera-Mendoza)
Herencia de los reyes
Asumimos benevolencia
Seducidos por sus leyes
Tranquilizados con violencia
Anduvimos atontados
Queriendo aquello que ofrecen
Ultimas modas y aparatos
En estupor nos mantienen
Los recursos naturales
A unos pocos repartidos
Disfrazados de cabales
Inventan legados pa’ sus hijos
Generaciones en suceso
No descubrieron el engaño
Imaginan que es progreso
Durar con vida otro año
Ahora se está revelando
Desde Arica a Punta Arenas
Si un país desarrollando
Exige que tantos cuenten monedas
Hasta cuando esperar
A un efecto derrame
Gotas que suman sin igualar
A un ingreso razonable
Cansados de tanta injusticia
Organizan y demuestran
Solidaridad contra codicia
Tozudez con pobreza
Usando voces y cacerolas
Mueven criterios,
Botan parapetos
Repletando transmisoras
Exigen solo lo correcto
HASTA QUE LA DIGNIDAD SE HAGA COSTUMBRE
Until Dignity Becomes Custom
(Music: Stephen Aguilera-Mendoza, Ricardo Cancino, Cesar Marin; Lyrics: Stephen Aguilera-Mendoza)
An inheritance from the time of kings,
Benevolence was assumed.
Seduced by their laws,
Tranquillised with violence,
We went about dazed,
Wanting everything they offered,
The latest fashions and gadgets,
They maintained us in a stupor.
Nature's resources
Are distributed to the few
Who, dressed up in propriety,
Invent inheritances for their sons.
Successive generations
Never discovered the ruse,
They believe that progress means
Holding onto life for another year.
Now all is being revealed,
From Arica to Punta Arenas.
If a developing country
Requires so many to count every cent,
Till when do we wait
For a trickle down effect,
Drops that fail to add up
To a reasonable income.
Tired of so much injustice,
They organise and demonstrate
Solidarity against greed,
Impatience with poverty.
Using their voices and banging pots,
They shift perspectives
And knock down barriers,
Flooding the airwaves,
They demand only what is right.
Until dignity becomes custom