Текст и перевод песни 84 - Crecimiento Vertical

Crecimiento Vertical

Ser humano está sobre estimulado,
No tiene tiempo para pensar,
Sale a la calle desconcertado,
No tiene claro ni donde está,
Da 4 pasos, el semaforo está en verde,
Es complicado, parpadea, no sabe si pasar,
No le hace gracia formar parte del rebaño que pasea cada dia por su ciudad...
Como siempre está estresado,
Una reunion en cada lado,
El horóscopo le ha dicho que trabaje más,
Suena el pitido de un taxista cabreado,
Vibra algo en el bolsillo,
Soy Dios, ¿qué tal estás?
Y estoy desconcertado,
En un constante,
Crecimiento vertical,
No sé muy bien lo que me guía,
No sé lo que me das...
No sé lo que me das...
El ser humano vive desconsolado,
Acostumbrado a sentirse mal,
Preocupaciones por todos lados,
Echa de menos la libertad.
Llega a su casa cabreado,
Algo nervioso y excitado,
Hay un atasco en la M30
Y para terminar,
Un policía de paisano le ha multado,
Por saltarse un ceda al paso,
A gran velocidad.
Y ESTOY DESCONCERTADO
EN UN CONSTANTE CRECIMIENTO VERTICAL,
NO SE MUY BIEN LO QUE ME GUÍA
NO SE LO QUE ME DAS,
HAY ALGO QUE ME CONTAMINA,
UNA SUSTANCIA QUE ME ANIMA,
QUE APORTA MAS VELOCIDAD
A MI PEQUEÑA SITUACION REAL
Y ESTOY DESCONCERTADO
EN UN CONSTANTE CRECIMIENTO VERTICAL,
NO SE MUY BIEN LO QUE ME GUÍA
NO SE LO QUE ME DAS,
HAY ALGO QUE ME CONTAMINA,
UNA SUSTANCIA QUE ME ANIMA,
QUE APORTA MAS VELOCIDAD
A MI PEQUEÑA SITUACION REAL
NO SE LO QUE ME DAS

Vertical Growth

Human being is over stimulated,
Has no time to think,
Goes out into the street disconcerted,
Isn't clear where he is,
He takes 4 steps, the traffic light is green,
It's complicated, it blinks, he doesn't know if he should cross,
It doesn't make him happy to be part of the flock that walks through his city every day...
As he is always stressed,
A meeting on each side,
The horoscope has told him to work more,
A cab driver's horn honks angrily,
Something buzzes in his pocket,
It's God, how are you?
And I'm disconcerted,
In a constant,
Vertical growth,
I don't know very well what guides me,
I don't know what you give me...
I don't know what you give me...
The human being lives disconsolate,
Used to feeling bad,
Concerns on all sides,
He misses freedom.
He arrives home pissed off,
Somewhat nervous and provoked,
There is a traffic jam on the M30
And to finish it off,
A police officer dressed as a civilian has fined him,
For skipping a yield sign,
At high speed.
AND I'M DISCONCERTED
IN A CONSTANT VERTICAL GROWTH,
I DON'T KNOW VERY WELL WHAT GUIDES ME
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU GIVE ME,
THERE IS SOMETHING THAT CONTAMINATES ME,
A SUBSTANCE THAT STIMULATES ME,
THAT PROVIDES MORE SPEED
TO MY SMALL REAL SITUATION
AND I'M DISCONCERTED
IN A CONSTANT VERTICAL GROWTH,
I DON'T KNOW VERY WELL WHAT GUIDES ME
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU GIVE ME,
THERE IS SOMETHING THAT CONTAMINATES ME,
A SUBSTANCE THAT STIMULATES ME,
THAT PROVIDES MORE SPEED
TO MY SMALL REAL SITUATION
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU GIVE ME