Текст и перевод песни Albertucho - Mi Conciencia

Mi Conciencia

Pienso,
Mi causa es bastarda,
Siempre que atento las ganas de dar bofetadas.
Sucia,
Coraza de nada,
Juzgando a mis pensamientos se nutre y me mata.
Es mi conciencia un licor,
A veces es matarratas,
Quien me ayude a soportarla,
Espero, no esté contaminada.
Noto al calor del cabreo
Que se disfraza de mala,
Tiene los senos de escarcha
Y a mi me nubla y empaña.
Es mi conciencia un licor,
A veces es matarratas,
Quien me ayude a soportarla,
Espero, no esté contaminada.
El fiel perdona al ladrón
Que le engañó a la mañana,
Diciendo que no había luz,
Que la noche no se acaba.
No quiere amor de cartón
Que se deshace en el agua,
No aspira a juegos de barra
Para poder conquistarla.
Es mi conciencia un licor,
A veces es matarratas,
Quien me ayude a soportarla,
Espero, no esté contaminada.

My Conscience

I think,
My cause is a bastard,
Whenever I pay attention to the desire to slap.
Dirty,
A shell of nothing,
Judging my thoughts, it feeds and kills me.
My conscience is a liquor,
Sometimes it's a rat poison,
Whoever helps me bear it,
I hope it's not contaminated.
I notice in the heat of anger
That it disguises itself as evil,
Its breasts are of frost
And it clouds and fogs up me.
My conscience is a liquor,
Sometimes it's a rat poison,
Whoever helps me bear it,
I hope it's not contaminated.
The faithful forgives the thief
Who deceived him in the morning,
Saying that there was no light,
That the night never ends.
He wants no cardboard love
That dissolves in water,
He doesn't aspire to bar games
In order to conquer it.
My conscience is a liquor,
Sometimes it's a rat poison,
Whoever helps me bear it,
I hope it's not contaminated.