Paroles et traduction Barrio Pobre - Nave P.V.C.

Nave P.V.C.

El universo para él no tiene enigmas
Ya lo conoce al derecho y al revés
El sol, la luna, los planetas, las estrellas
Ha visitado con su nave PVC

Las dimensiones de su nave son geometricas
Y el mundo químico se pone a recorrer
Entre alucines y descargas psicoelectricas
En viajes locos que los llama de placer

En cualquier lado a la luz de un triste foco
Con una estopa se remoja el porvenir
Los que lo miran le han gritado pobre loco
Y el bien viajado sólo se pone a reír

Pues en su nave con su mona de piloto
Vuela hasta venus y regresa de volón
Habla en marciano se revienta poco a poco
Pues su neurona le ha importado un polvorón

Su mundo químico las leyes comerciaba
Tiro por viaje se lo llevan a encerrar
Le vale madre que la gente le gritara
Que él es basura de un sexenio sin moral

El universo para él no tiene enigmas
Vuela en su nave de estructura cerebral
Sacado de onda por bajones y subidas
En algún bote su neurona va a dejar

Una galaxia de temores en su mente
Lo hace escapar de su triste realidad
Rola en su nave PVC como un demente
Moja su mona y otra vez se va a viajar

Un día me dijo: valedor me siento solo
Ven hazme un paro necesito platicar
De mi cantón hoy me corrieron por ser vago
Tal vez me ayudes, me quiero regenerar

Después sentados a la luz de un triste foco
Sacó una mona y comenzó a alucinar
Me habló en marciano, me contó de todo un poco
Llenó su tanque y otra vez se fue a viajar

P.V.C. Ship

The universe holds no mysteries for him
He knows it inside and out
The sun, the moon, the planets, the stars
He has visited in his PVC ship

The dimensions of his ship are geometric
And he travels the chemical world
Through hallucinations and psychoelectric shocks
In crazy trips that he calls pleasure

Anywhere under the light of a sad bulb
He wets his future with a rag
Those who watch him have called him a poor fool
And the well-travelled simply laughs

Because in his ship with his monkey pilot
He flies to Venus and back in a hurry
He speaks Martian and slowly destroys himself
Because his brain has been a bother to him

He traded in his chemical world
Now he's in prison on a trip
He doesn't care if people call him
That he's trash from a sexennial without morals

The universe holds no mysteries for him
He flies in his ship with a brain structure
Blown out of his mind by highs and lows
His brain will be left in some can

A galaxy of fears in his mind
Makes him escape from his sad reality
He rolls in his PVC ship like a madman
He wets his monkey and goes on another trip

One day he told me: Honey, I feel lonely
Come help me, I need to talk
I was thrown out of my hut today for being lazy
Maybe you can help me, I want to regenerate

Then we sat down under the light of a sad bulb
He took out a joint and started to hallucinate
He spoke to me in Martian, he told me a little bit of everything
He filled his tank and went on another trip