Lyrics and translation Las Pastillas del Abuelo - Oportunistas

Oportunistas

Estás operando mal
Y todo el mundo lo nota
Tu pulso está al tempo lento de un cuentagotas

Estás apelando mal
Seguís sumando falacias
Y a tu cliente le facilitás la desgracia

Unas cuantas leyes de Murphy te siguen por doquier
Y ahora soñás con brujerías, gatos negros
Que te quieren morder

Estás afinando mal
No aguanta más la garganta
Te finge la laringe y no sale bien el sostén

Sos el mejor arquitecto
Con un grandísimo disco duro
No sale un puto laburo, bueno, nadie es perfecto

Vas por la vida con vasos de agua, e incienso salvador
Controla tu vida una bola de cristal, pero igual
Te hace sentir mejor

Son los oportunistas de la desesperanza
Mientras más les das, menos les alcanza

Y juegan con un fuego que a ellos no les quema
Y de repente, tu entusiasmo tiene un precio

Adornan tu suerte con velas, tu naipe va a ganar
Pero esa carta ya está marcada bien de entrada
Cuando te ven gagá

Porque son oportunistas de la desesperanza
Mientras más les das, menos les alcanza

Y juegan con un fuego que a ellos no les quema
Y de repente, tu entusiasmo tiene un precio

Juegan con un fuego que a ellos no les quema

Opportunists

You're not doing well
And everyone notices it
Your pulse is at the slow beat of a dropper

You're appealing poorly
You keep adding fallacies
And you make it easier for your client to be disgraced

A few Murphy's laws follow you everywhere
And now you dream of witchcraft, black cats
That want to bite you

You're tuning poorly
Your throat can't take it anymore
Your larynx pretends and the support doesn't hold

You're the best architect
With a huge hard drive
Not a single job comes out, well, nobody's perfect

You go through life with glasses of water and saving incense
A crystal ball controls your life, but even so
It makes you feel better

They are the opportunists of hopelessness
The more you give them, the less they have enough

And they play with a fire that doesn't burn them
And suddenly, your enthusiasm has a price

They adorn your luck with candles, your card is going to win
But that card is already marked from the start
When they see you gagá

Because they are opportunists of hopelessness
The more you give them, the less they have enough

And they play with a fire that doesn't burn them
And suddenly, your enthusiasm has a price

They play with a fire that doesn't burn them