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A 100 Km X Neurona

Andan por ahí unos tipos
Que dicen que su vida es la velocidad,
Hombres anuncio haciendo negocios,
Haber quien hostias corre más.

Conozco un listillo
Que los intento imitar,
Subido en su coche
Se siente Aitor Senna
Y su barrio es Lemans.

Y por el día y por la noche
Trabaja duro, trabaja fuerte,
Esta contento, está de suerte,
Porque lo hace para su coche.

Y cuando duerme y se pone a soñar,
Él no es un hombre, es un auto-man,
Su pesadilla que no es virtual,
No tiene frenos, ya no hay marcha atrás.

Y los latidos de su corazón
Corren deprisa, ahora es un motor,
Y ahora su sangre es carburante,
Él es feliz siendo un mutante.

Pasos zebra y señales
Si se le cruzan los cables,
Caminando por la calle
Ve a humanos aplastables.

Pobre colega, que rayadura
Confundió su sueño con la realidad,
Toma Schumacher y Carlos Sainz,
Él era un Idiota más.

Como chatarra, vive aparcado,
Ya está acabado,
La hostia fue gorda y no vuelve a soñar

Silla de ruedas, silla de coche,
Vive pensando de día y de noche,
Que era un fantasma, era un fantoche
Y todo gracias, gracias al coche.

60 Miles Away From Your Mind

There are dudes walking around
Who claim that speed is their life,
Billboard men doing business,
To see who the hell runs the fastest.

I know a smart aleck
Who tried to imitate them,
Haught in his car
He feels like Aitor Senna
And his neighborhood is Le Mans.

And day and night
He works hard, works hard,
He's happy, he's lucky,
Because he does it for his car.

And when he sleeps and starts to dream,
He's not a man, he's a car-man,
His nightmare which isn't virtual,
He has no brakes, there's no turning back.

And the beats of his heart
Run fast, now he's an engine,
And now his blood is fuel,
He's happy being a mutant.

Pedestrian crossings and signals
If he gets a little crazy,
Walking down the street
He sees crushable humans.

Poor guy, what a weirdness
He confused his dream with reality,
Here you go Schumacher and Carlos Sainz,
He was just another idiot.

Like scrap, he's parked,
He's finished,
The crash was huge and he doesn't dream again

Wheelchair, car seat,
He lives thinking day and night,
That he was a ghost, he was a fool,
And all thanks to, thanks to the car.