© 2025 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin *********************************** English translation after spanish lyrics *********************************** Silencio pesado, la calle respira, un perro ladrando, mi jefa suspira. Sombras que mandan sin cara, sin nombre, yo cargo su peso metido en el hombro. Mi carnal salió buscando chamba, promesas baratas lo hicieron mierda. Le dieron un radio, lo usaron de halcón, cuando dijo “ya basta”, lo bajaron cabrón. Yo no vi los tiros, pero escuché la historia, sus ojos abiertos, buscando la gloria. Desde entonces el mundo se partió en pedazos, mi escuela al carajo, mi alma en pedazos. Mi corazón no calla, grita con fuego, aunque me tumben, yo me levanto entero. La plaza resuena, la sangre es sincera, no hay cadenas pa’ romper mi bandera. Trabajo en la sombra pa’ darles de tragar, negros los dedos, cansado el pensar. Me encierro en el cuarto con la lira de mi hermano, golpeo las cuerdas, me sangra la mano. El norte consume, aquí corremos la sangre, allá tiran feria, acá enterramos compadres. No creo en gobierno ni en santos de tele, nomás en el barrio que aguanta el jale. Silencio cortado por gritos de morros, cantan conmigo detrás de los cerros. No somos soldados, tampoco sicarios, somos la voz que retumba en los barrios. Mi corazón no calla, grita con fuego, aunque me tumben, yo me levanto entero. La plaza resuena, la sangre es sincera, no hay cadenas pa’ romper mi bandera. Si mañana me tumban, que suene el disparo, que quede en el aire lo que nunca aclaro. Mientras respiro, la llama no miente, soy hijo del polvo… lo demás es pendiente. ***************************** Duende in "No Calla el Fuego" **************************** In this song, duende is never mentioned by name, but it is the driving force behind every line. For Miguel, the young narrator, duende is not folklore or mysticism—it’s a raw fire born out of grief, anger, and survival. It’s the moment when pain refuses to stay silent and transforms into voice, rhythm, and resistance. The verses carry the wound: the brother’s death, the weight of poverty, the hypocrisy of borders. The chorus turns that wound into a hymn: “My heart won’t be silent, it screams with fire.” That scream is duende—a force that can’t be polished or contained. For a younger generation in Mexico, this duende is about authenticity in the middle of shadows: saying what hurts, refusing silence, and finding strength in the act of creating. It is the fire that refuses to die, even when violence surrounds you. ****************************************** No Calla el Fuego – Free English Translation ****************************************** (Note: The original Spanish lyrics use Mexican slang and street expressions. Key words include: jefa = mother, carnal = brother/close friend, chamba = work, halcón = lookout for cartels, jale = hustle or grind, feria = money. This translation conveys their meaning in plain English while keeping the spirit of the original.) Heavy silence, the street is breathing, a dog keeps barking, my mother is sighing. Shadows command with no face, no name, I carry their weight pressed into my frame. My brother went out searching for work, cheap promises left him broken. They gave him a radio, made him a lookout, when he said “enough,” they gunned him down. I didn’t see the shots, but I heard the tale, his eyes wide open, still chasing hope. Since then the world split into pieces, school meant nothing, my soul in shreds. My heart won’t stay quiet, it screams with fire, knock me down, I’ll rise unbroken. The square resounds, blood tells the truth, no chain can shatter the flag I hold. I work in the shadows to put food on the table, my fingers blackened, my mind worn down. I lock myself in with my brother’s guitar, strike the strings till my hands bleed. The North consumes, here we bleed the ground, there they throw money, here we bury friends. I don’t believe in government or saints on the screen, only in the barrio that bears the weight. Silence is broken by children’s cries, they sing with me from behind the hills. We’re not soldiers, nor hired killers, we’re the voice that echoes in the barrios. My heart won’t stay quiet, it screams with fire, knock me down, I’ll rise unbroken. The square resounds, blood tells the truth, no chain can shatter the flag I hold. If tomorrow they take me, let the gunfire sound, let the air hold the words I never spoke. As long as I breathe, the flame won’t lie, I’m a son of the dust… the rest can wait.
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