CUBA: Los Aldeanos – ‘Aldito El Gusanito’ (Lyrical Translation)

I would be a gusano               if I exploited my position,

To steal from my people,         and still avoid prison,

If I repressed and silenced     a whole generation,

And cut, at the root,                their wings of imagination,

I would be a gusano               if I beat without cause,

My nation’s youth after           selling rum I’d endorsed,

Speaking of revolution while, pushing rights to the floor,

And changed, at my convenience, the country’s laws,

I would be a gusano               if I pretended to be happy,

Then went to talk shit about   my country in Miami,

If I sent money away               to foreign banks,

If I hit each year, the Damas de Blanco with my hands,

I would be a gusano               if I put 6 channels on TV,

Where the reality of                my society was never seen,

If I didn’t allow people             to hold their head high,

And clamped down on the box, when they thought outside,

I would be a gusano               if when someone disagreed,

I raised up my hand                and kicked at their knees,

Then claimed it was citizens    who attacked,

When really it was an undercover policeman’s act,

I would be a gusano               if I’d obliged,

Thousands to take to              the seas and die,

If I’d only cared about             getting Elián,

Who’d get all the others?        Superman?

I would be a gusano               if I hid what I felt,

If I made empty art,                 that’s just a shell,

If I pretended to be blind,       to play the game,

Or if the spirit of Camilo,         I didn’t reclaim,

We’re the light, that another path has shown,

The voice of the youth,        has grown and grown,

If people felt what                I am feeling inside,

What happens in this nation,   you cannot hide,

The crazy ones here             are clearly you,

You point your fingers,        to make us move,

Don’t sit on your hands,      or stay in your seats,

Demand prison for               all of those who cheat!

I would be a gusano               if myself I lent,

To speaking bad of the state for just a few cents,

The things that I’ve said,         are what I believe,

For that, you can’t justify         attacking me,

I would be a gusano               if I didn’t want to see,

A great mass of youngsters,   taking to the streets,

If I ignored the comments       of the majority,

To fit in with the press             and the bourgeoisie,

And now, we can enter           into hotels,

Express all our pains               that we need to tell,

But not ‘cause they’re softening their attitude,

But for fear of what appears   in foreign news,

I would be a gusano               or a maniac,

If I reflected a lot but,             really, did jack,

If, when asked why                 people can’t fly,

I said it wasn’t safe                  up in the sky,

Regarding Miami mafia,           they are whack,

I defend what I love,               and I love rap!

On top, how many                   worms don’t squirm?

How many of their songs        for a better world yearn?

Over there, people lose themselves, they don’t find truth,

I’m not the voice of opposition, but of Cuban youth,

Bring on hope,                        move on, let me dream,

Of Eskuadrón Patriota, on the stage, being seen,

I would be a gusano               if I didn’t lend a hand,

To my people.             If a better world I didn’t demand,

If I didn’t support,                   the hip-hop of my land,

Or if I tried to get                    the Aldeanos banned!

We’re the light, that another path has shown,

The voice of the youth,        has grown and grown,

If people felt what                I am feeling inside,

What happens in this nation,   you cannot hide,

The crazy ones here             are clearly you,

You point your fingers,        to make us move,

Don’t sit on your hands,      or stay in your seats,

Demand prison for               all of those who cheat!

Honestly, you’ve known          the reason all along,

And the factors inspiring         me to write this song,

I’m controlled by no organ,     institution of art,

I only receive orders from       what’s in my heart!

So gusano is what,                 you call me today,

Because I said what others     have feared to say,

I speak without fear,                that shit’s for you,

You’re the gusanos,                and your parents too!

Don’t get me wrong,               don’t play me for a fool,

Disrespect me,                       and I’ll criticise you!

And after spitting back,           I’ll sit to see,

How, in the end, my wrath,      all gusanos will feel!

Look, I don’t want to be the leader of anything,

Nor do I want anyone to change their position.

The only thing I want is to be understood and respected.

What I propose is a mental revolution:

ORF – Operation Recuperation of Feelings.

Is craziness sincerity?

Or is common sense a synonym of fear?

I’ll leave you to reflect on those questions.

You’re the gusano, my brother!

Show some respect!

Original lyrics and song can be heard at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMoFy569Xgs

About Oso Sabio

Independent author and poet writing about the Rojava Revolution, the autonomous Zapatista communities in Chiapas, and other examples of libertarian socialist and anti-capitalist resistance. Catch me on Twitter at @ososabiouk. Also known as Ed Sykes and Marcos Villa.
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