Paroles et traduction La Vela Puerca - Burbujas

Burbujas

Yo por más que pienso no puedo entender
Cuánto más te falta para reaccionar
Es mucha la agonía y tú con un café
Seguro por la noche va a ser un champagne

Ya lo tenés todo, pero querés más
No sea que le dejes algo a los demás
Sufriendo con la tele se te puede ver
Pero si ves miseria cambiás de canal

Sólo te preocupa lo que quieras ver
Tu mundo se reduce a lo que vos jugás
Y no ves que a este mundo jodido ya le sale pus
Y vos estás fregado fuera y dentro de él
¿O acaso ya no ves sobre qué están tus pies?

A vos te ilumina un sol artificial
Sólo te motiva lo que es material
¿Cuánto de tu vicio vas a perder hoy junto a tu ceguera que es muy natural?
La calle te mira y se ríe de ti

Sabe que algún día te la va a cobrar
Vos seguís pensando sólo en ser feliz
Siempre estando ajeno a todos los demás
Sólo te preocupa lo que quieras ver

Tu mundo se reduce a lo que vos jugás
Y no ves que a este mundo jodido ya le sale pus
Y vos estás fregado fuera y dentro de él
¿O acaso ya no ves sobre qué están tus pies?

Una aguja va conmigo
Tu burbuja pincharé
La tuya y de tus amigos
Y ninguna dejaré

A vos te ilumina un sol artificial
Sólo te motiva lo que es material
¿Cuánto de tu vicio vas a perder hoy junto a tu ceguera que es muy natural?
La calle te mira y se ríe de ti

Sabe que algún día te la va a cobrar
Vos seguís pensando sólo en ser feliz
Siempre estando ajeno a todos los demás
Sólo te preocupa lo que quieras ver

Tu mundo se reduce a lo que vos jugás
Y no ves que a este mundo jodido ya le sale pus
Y vos estás fregado fuera y dentro de él
¿O acaso ya no ves sobre qué están tus pies?

Una aguja va conmigo
Tu burbuja pincharé
La tuya y de tus amigos
Y ninguna dejaré

Sólo te preocupa lo que quieras ver
Tu mundo se reduce a lo que vos jugás
Y no ves que a este mundo jodido ya le sale pus
Y vos estás fregado fuera y dentro de él
¿O acaso ya no ves sobre qué están tus pies?

Que a este mundo jodido ya le sale pus
Y vos estás fregado fuera y dentro de él
¿O acaso ya no ves sobre qué están tus pies?

Bubbles

The more I think, the less I understand,
How much longer will it take for you to react?
There's so much agony, and you with just a coffee,
I'm sure tonight it'll be champagne.

You already have everything, but you want more,
Don't leave anything for the rest of us,
Suffering with the TV, that's how you can be seen,
But if you see misery, you change the channel.

You only care about what you want to see,
Your world is reduced to what you play,
And you don't see that this messed-up world is already oozing pus,
And you're screwed both inside and outside of it.
Or don't you see what your feet are standing on anymore?

You are illuminated by an artificial sun,
Only motivated by what is material,
How much of your vice will you lose today along with your blindness, which is so natural?
The street looks at you and laughs at you.

It knows that one day it will get its due,
You keep thinking only about being happy,
Always oblivious to everyone else,
You only care about what you want to see.

Your world is reduced to what you play,
And you don't see that this messed-up world is already oozing pus,
And you're screwed both inside and outside of it.
Or don't you see what your feet are standing on anymore?

A needle goes with me,
I will burst your bubble,
Yours and your friends',
And I won't leave any.

You are illuminated by an artificial sun,
Only motivated by what is material,
How much of your vice will you lose today along with your blindness, which is so natural?
The street looks at you and laughs at you.

It knows that one day it will get its due,
You keep thinking only about being happy,
Always oblivious to everyone else,
You only care about what you want to see.

Your world is reduced to what you play,
And you don't see that this messed-up world is already oozing pus,
And you're screwed both inside and outside of it.
Or don't you see what your feet are standing on anymore?

A needle goes with me,
I will burst your bubble,
Yours and your friends',
And I won't leave any.

You only care about what you want to see,
Your world is reduced to what you play,
And you don't see that this messed-up world is already oozing pus,
And you're screwed both inside and outside of it.
Or don't you see what your feet are standing on anymore?

That this messed-up world is already oozing pus,
And you're screwed both inside and outside of it.
Or don't you see what your feet are standing on anymore?