Hello HIVE Open Mic, with you César @osomeltrozo. We reached week # 69, this is a very special week and many will know, because this number is magical hahaha. The song that I am going to do I dedicate to my son, to all the children of the world and to all the men who have had the experience of one way or another of being parents. With you "ESOS LOCOS BAJITOS" popularized and composed by Joan Manuel Serrat.
Esos Locos Bajitos
Así nos dan la primera satisfacción
Esos que se menean con nuestros gestos
Echando mano a cuanto hay a su alrededor
Esos locos bajitos que se incorporan
Con los ojos abiertos de par en par
Sin respeto al horario ni a las costumbres
Y a los que por su bien, hay que domesticar
Niño
Deja ya de joder con la pelota
Niño, que eso no se dice
Que eso no se hace
Que eso no se toca
Cargan con nuestros dioses y nuestro idioma
Nuestros rencores y nuestro porvenir
Por eso nos parece que son de goma
Y que les bastan nuestros cuentos
Para dormir...
Nos empeñamos en dirigir sus vidas
Sin saber el oficio y sin vocación
Les vamos trasmitiendo nuestras frustraciones
Con la leche templada
Y en cada canción
Niño
Deja ya de joder con la pelota
Niño, que eso no se dice
Que eso no se hace
Que eso no se toca
Nada ni nadie puede impedir que sufran
Que las agujas avancen en el reloj
Que decidan por ellos, que se equivoquen
Que crezcan y que un día
Nos digan adiós...
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Children often look like us
This is how they give us the first satisfaction
Those that wiggle with our gestures
Taking hold of everything around him
Those crazy short ones that get up
With my eyes wide open
Without respect for the schedule or customs
And those who, for their sake, must be tamed
Kid
Stop fucking with the ball
Child, that is not said
That is not done
That is not touched
They carry our gods and our language
Our grudges and our future
That is why it seems to us that they are made of rubber
And that our stories are enough for them
For sleeping...
We strive to direct their lives
Without knowing the trade and without vocation
We are transmitting our frustrations to them
With warm milk
And in every song
Kid
Stop fucking with the ball
Child, that is not said
That is not done
That is not touched
Nothing and no one can prevent them from suffering
Let the hands advance on the clock
That they decide for them, that they make mistakes
That they grow up and that one day
Say goodbye ...
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Hola @osomeltrozo
Que bien que dedicas esta canción a tu hijo y todos los niños, un gesto muy bonito. La canción es tan melódica, y el título de la misma es divertida, jajaj, locos bajitos. Una de las experiencias más bonitas sí que es tener hijos y la tarea de enseñarles la vida no es nada fácil. Pero es bonita, lo mismo como tu interpetación!
How nice from you that you dedicate this song to your son and all the children, a very nice gesture. The song is so melodic, and the title of it is funny, hahaha, crazy little ones. One of the most beautiful experiences is having children and the task of teaching them life is not easy. But it is beautiful, the same as your interpretation!
:) A magical number for sure! As always, it's a joy to see your personality, and to admire your artistry. Thank you for sharing your musical gifts. This song really speaks to me. My eldest son is one I met we he was 1.5 years old, so he has a different biological father. He somehow looks like me, still. At times, I've wanted him to be more like me. To "tame" him, for his own sake, as the song says. But he is who he is and I'm learning to accept him just as he is - and the freedom that I give to him reflects back to me - this helps me to accept myself just as I am, I feel. Thanks for this reflection you bring through the music.
:) ¡Un número mágico seguro! Como siempre, es un placer ver tu personalidad y admirar tu arte. Gracias por compartir tus dotes musicales. Esta canción realmente me habla. Mi hijo mayor es uno que conocí cuando tenía 1,5 años, por lo que tiene un padre biológico diferente. De alguna manera se parece a mí, todavía. A veces, quería que se pareciera más a mí. Para "domesticarlo", por su propio bien, como dice la canción. Pero él es quien es y estoy aprendiendo a aceptarlo tal como es, y la libertad que le doy se refleja en mí, esto me ayuda a aceptarme tal como soy, me siento. Gracias por esta reflexión que traes a través de la música.
yes dear friend, definitely the children are of one while they are small.
the only thing we have left is to trust the good values transmitted and hope for the best
si querido amigo, definitivamentelos hijos son de uno mientras estan pequeños.
lo único que nos queda es comfiar en los buenos valores trasmitidos y esperar lo mejor