By Mary Murray
NBC News Producer
Havana
Infosearch:
Fidel Nuñez
Analista
Jefe de Buró
Latinoamérica
Research Dept.
La Nueva Cuba
Octobre 11, 2007
A top Cuban rock band – "Moneda Dura" – is in trouble with government
censors. Someone decided their newest song is too controversial.
Presumably it's been perceived as too unfavorable to the Cuban
government – so it's been banned on all state-run airwaves.
But, the songwriter feels his work is misunderstood. "We did something
important, that mattered to the people who listen," said Nassiry Lugo,
the band leader.
The song is entitled "Mala Leche" – Cuban slang for "evil intentions."
It's the title track on their latest CD, released this summer on the
island's Egrem label.
Despite the official ban – or maybe helped by it – Mala Leche is gaining
fame.
Local fans are downloading the contraband from YouTube – and then,
sending it straight to the Cuban underground.
Proof that in today's high-tech world, censorship is no match for a good
song.
VIDEO: "Mala Leche" music video
And here is a translation of the "Mala Leche" lyrics:
Evil Intentions
It's 4 o'clock, the bus is still not here
People around me won't stop talking
and they drive you nuts
Sweat rolls down my ears
I'm talking about just another typical day
It's 6.45, I get on the crowded bus
Nauseated by the bad smell of the guy beside me
People pushing all the time
People with evil intentions
Others who hammer my ears
We're a mixture of grease and iron
We're like cows hurrying to the slaughter-house
We're like ants going into a hole
We're a ball of fire
I find people who live to make things worse for me
People who don't talk, only bark
People who spit words
If I don't hurt you, don't pick on me
If I don't hurt you, why your evil intentions?
Ah! Tell me what I did to you to make you target me
Relax and cooperate,
Can't operate on the fat in your brain
Don't take it so hard, your shouting unnerves me
Ah! But tell me, tell me
Why your evil intentions?
7 o'clock in the morning, I slowly eat breakfast
As if I lived in a palace
(Instead of) this tenement and its noise
The lights are still not on
Without a doubt, today will be fun
I spend 15 minutes spying on my neighbour
I get turned on and she doesn't even look at me
The electricity bill is killing me
But what can I do, if living is also killing me
Now my brain is in a coma
Now my life is a car without tires
Now I was so happy with my vices
All is well when I'm immoveable
I don't bring solutions, I don't give surprises
Why am I to be blamed because of your headaches
If we're doing the same, don't obsess on me
Give your brain a chance to relax
We come from a unique lineage
If we're the heat that burns deeply,
Why don't we treat each other as brothers
My heart beats when they call me Cuban
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