Текст и перевод песни Agarrate Catalina - Los Miedos 2012

Los Miedos 2012

Nadie se asustó
Cuando miramos juntos en mi celular,
Todos dispuestos a reír y disfrutar,
El videito de los pobres, santitos,
Soldados uruguayos, que extrañando a su paisito,
En lugar de hacerse un mate, se te violan a un moreno
Y te lo filman pa mostrarlo.
Nadie se asustó, bah, si.
Samantha un poquitito se asustó.

Nadie se asustó
Cuando en mi casa nos juntamos a morfar,
Llenos de morbo nos pusimos a mirar,
El videito del masaje colectivo
Masaje un poco fuerte que le dieron a Gadafi.
Hicimo una picada para ver como picaban a Gadafi.
Y nadie se asustó.

Primero fue Saddam.
Después Bin Laden y Gadafi y vienen más.
Porque a los yankis les encanta boletear
A todo viejo poderoso de barba y de bigote
Que camine por el mundo.
Ellos se la dan.

Alcanza con mirar
A los del norte y estudiar su proceder
Y adivinar de esa listita quién va a ser
El próximo barbudo, ahorcado,
Cascado, surtido, obligado a que le baile
Un wachiturro emparrulado en la cabeza hasta que muera.
Sabemos quién va a ser.
Si no lo protegemos, si es verdad que vive,
El próximo barbudo, rojo, solidario y compañero,
Boleteado por los yankis, va a ser papa noel.

Vos cuidate bién.
No te hagas el heroe por favor, Papa Noel.
Con los helados y lo de Crufi ya está bién.
Seguí detrás de esa persiana.
Y si caen dos marines a tu casa,
Las que todos conocemos,
Queda ahí al lado del Disco, ese de Avenida Italia.
NO LES ABRAS. NO LES ABRAS.
En el nombre de la paz, de la libertad y la justicia,
Te confiscan el trineo, a vos te cuelgan de la bolsa,
Se te clavan cuatro renos y lo suben a youtube.
Y nadie se va a asustar.

Ya no indignan más
Los linchamientos en directo por TV,
Ni la tortura ni la muerte de un rehen.
Pero si vemos un video de tres botijas giles
Cascando un pobre perro,
Ahí se quema todo y nos movilizamos,
Salimos con pancartas a pedir como castigo
ENEMA PA LOS TRES DE UN KILO Y MEDIO
DE EUKANUBA Y DE CANITO.
Llevarlos uno a uno a la perrera
Pa que se los abotonen
Los parientes del perrito asesinado.
Eso pa empezar.
Pa que todito el pueblo los putee.
Pa que vayan y los maten sin matar aunque los maten.
SI ARREGLAMOS LA VIOLENCIA CON VIOLENCIA Y FURIA INUTIL
ALGO NO ANDA BIEN.

Our Fears 2012

No one was scared
When we watched together on my cell phone,
All willing to laugh and enjoy,
The video of the poor, saintly,
Uruguayan soldiers, who missing their country,
Instead of making themselves a mate, raped a black man
And they filmed it to show it to you.
No one was scared, well, yes.
Samantha was a little scared.

No one was scared
When at my house we got together to eat,
Full of morbidity we started to watch,
The video of the group massage
A rather rough massage that was given to Gaddafi.
We made snacks to watch them beat Gaddafi.
And no one was scared.

First it was Saddam.
Then Bin Laden and Gaddafi and more are coming.
Because the Yanks love to kill
Any old man with a beard and a mustache
Who walks around the world.
They have a go.

It is enough to look at
The people of the north and study their actions
And guess from that list who is going to be
The next bearded man, hanged,
Crushed, sliced, forced to have a
Youthful gangster dance around his head until he dies.
We know who it will be.
If we don't protect him, if it is true that he lives,
The next bearded man, red, supportive and comradely,
Killed by the Yanks, is going to be Santa Claus.

Take good care of yourself.
Don't play the hero, please, Santa Claus.
With the ice creams and the Crufi stuff it's already enough.
Stay behind that blind.
And if two marines come to your house,
The ones we all know,
That are next to the Disco, the one on Avenida Italia.
DON'T OPEN IT. DON'T OPEN IT.
In the name of peace, freedom and justice,
They will confiscate your sled, they will hang you from your sack,
They will nail you four reindeer and upload it to YouTube.
And no one will be scared.

They are no longer outraged
By the lynchings live on TV,
Not by the torture nor the death of a hostage.
But if we see a video of three botijas giles
Hitting a poor dog,
That is when everything burns and we mobilize,
We come out with banners to ask for punishment
AN ENEMA FOR THE THREE OF ONE AND A HALF KILOS OF
EUKANUBA AND CANITO.
Take them one by one to the kennel
So that their family can give it to them
The relatives of the murdered little dog.
That to start with.
So that all the people can curse at them.
So that they go and they kill them without killing them, although they kill them.
IF WE SORT OUT VIOLENCE WITH VIOLENCE AND USELESS FURY
SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT.