Текст и перевод песни Bocafloja feat. Menuda Coincidencia - Peregrinos

Peregrinos

Fue producido a escala nacido para servir
Cargando a diario el peso de existir sin existir,
Con venda en los ojos y manos en este
Juego limitado de principes y villanos,
Caminando en linea recta sin voltear
Sabiamos el final desde antes de empezar,
Años de sumision que parecen ser coloquiales
Seres que por exeso de normales,
Parecen androides con mil efectos especiales,
Vidas que se compran en catalogo,
Su pretension sofisticada vuelve primitivo el dialogo,
Solo las lagrimas, sensibilizan con verdades que refutan,
Las maquinas las unicas que la vida disfrutan,
Tiene sentido el ir quiza el venir si todo es el pasado
Y el futuro es consecuencia de un presente retardado,
Ciudades llenas de hormigas identicas,
Y un narrador que cuenta historias casi autenticas,
No queda mas que negar, otros prefieren no hablar,
Solo el bosquejo del hombre que no se quiso adaptar,
Solo el bosquejo del hombre que no se quiso adaptar.

Es un pasaje absurdo choque constante con el dia con dia y un par de disidentes de esta limitante vida de zapatos, dilo ahí.

Diversidad en caminos
Dispuestos al azar
Solo somos peregrinos
Que miran a ultra man
Si se siente atraccion
Es por que hay un vacio
Metodos de evasion
Quitan sabor al desafio

Diversidad en caminos
Dispuestos al azar
Solo somos peregrinos
Que miran a ultra mas
Si se siente atraccion
Es por que hay un vacio
Metodos de evasion
Quitan sabor al desafio

Fue incurcado el orden, la linea, el cuadrado,
Todo bien acomodado la pulcritud de un uniforme,
Pero no hay quien soporte la monotonia en su calendario,
Sueños an sido frustrados sin que a nadie le importe,
Es algo tan cotidiano, ya hasta se perdio la cuenta,
Mundialmente e aceptado, ninguna vida queda exenta,
Victimas de la industria y de la produccion en serie,
Atmosfera de aungustia es la que se respira en la intemperie,
Con altos niveles de "imecas", ve corre por tu tapabocas,
Pa' la calle a la discoteca baila al son que te toca,
Pero lo que trae el alba, no es si no una resaca,
Parece ya no haber alma, se fuerte "toma y daca",
Se promociona un desprecio hacia las virtudes propias,
Dormidas se hacen por que necios idolatran las copias,
A cada respiro se dan atentados a laureles,
La flama y su sirio ante fuertes suplidos sede,
2005 años y contando, (la verdad) no se,
Podria sonar extraño, sigo tratando de entender,
Y entender ¿que cosa?, ahí radica la diferencia,
Variados tonos de rosa confunden ala concurrencia,
No hay un significado y lo que se presenta pues suele,
Soy mexícano y siento que el algo me compele,
Peregrinos, peregrinas, algo perdidos por su parte,
Pero recuerden la doctrina,
¿NO ESTOY YO AQUI QUE SOY TU MADRE!?.

Diversidad en caminos
Dispuestos al azar
Solo somos peregrinos
Que miran a ultra man
Si se siente atraccion
Es por que hay un vacio
Metodos de evasion
Quitan sabor al desafio

Diversidad en caminos
Dispuestos al azar
Solo somos peregrinos
Que miran a ultra mas
Si se siente atraccion
Es por que hay un vacio
Metodos de evasion
Quitan sabor al desafio

Se percibe sabes, tu lo haz hecho,
Panoramas, versos a sueños, aventuras,
La evasion simplemente perjudica tus sueños,
Esto es el 2005 pero da igual el año,
Boca Floja menuda coincidencia colaboracion
Desde monterrey nuevo leon pero tambien da igual el lugar
Solamente digo:
Dame la P, dame la, A dame la Z, ¿y dice?...
...PAZ...

Pilgrims

He was produced at scale, born to serve,
Carrying daily the weight of existing without existing,
With a blindfold on his eyes and hands in this
Limited game of princes and villains,
Walking in a straight line without turning back,
We knew the ending before we even started,
Years of submission that seem colloquial,
Beings that are too normal,
They seem like androids with a thousand special effects,
Lives that are bought in a catalog,
Their sophisticated pretense makes the dialogue primitive,
Only tears, sensitize with truths that refute,
The machines are the only ones that enjoy life,
Going may make sense, maybe coming back if everything is the past
And the future is a consequence of a delayed present,
Cities full of identical ants,
And a narrator who tells almost authentic stories,
There is nothing left but to deny, others prefer not to speak,
Only the sketch of the man who didn't want to adapt,
Only the sketch of the man who didn't want to adapt.

It's an absurd passage, a constant clash with the day-to-day and a couple of dissidents from this limiting life of shoes, say it there.

Diversity in paths
Arranged at random
We are just pilgrims
Who look at Ultraman
If there is an attraction
It's because there is a void
Evasion methods
Take away the taste of the challenge

Diversity in paths
Arranged at random
We are just pilgrims
Who look at Ultraman
If there is an attraction
It's because there is a void
Evasion methods
Take away the taste of the challenge

Order, the line, the square were instilled,
Everything well accommodated, the neatness of a uniform,
But there is no one who can stand the monotony in their calendar,
Dreams have been frustrated without anyone caring,
It is something so daily, the count has even been lost,
Worldwide and accepted, no life is exempt,
Victims of industry and serial production,
An atmosphere of anguish is what is breathed in the open,
With high levels of "imecas", go run for your mask,
To the street, to the disco, dance to the sound that plays you,
But what the dawn brings is nothing but a hangover,
There seems to be no soul anymore, be strong "give and take",
A contempt for one's own virtues is promoted,
They are put to sleep because fools idolize copies,
With each breath, attacks are made on laurels,
The flame and its sirium before strong whistles sede,
2005 years and counting, (the truth) I don't know,
It might sound strange, I keep trying to understand,
And understand what?, there lies the difference,
Varied shades of pink confuse the audience,
There is no meaning and what is presented because it usually,
I'm Mexican and I feel that something compels me,
Pilgrims, pilgrims, somewhat lost on their part,
But remember the doctrine,
AM I NOT HERE, WHO AM YOUR MOTHER!?.

Diversity in paths
Arranged at random
We are just pilgrims
Who look at Ultraman
If there is an attraction
It's because there is a void
Evasion methods
Take away the taste of the challenge

Diversity in paths
Arranged at random
We are just pilgrims
Who look at Ultraman
If there is an attraction
It's because there is a void
Evasion methods
Take away the taste of the challenge

It is perceived, you know, you have done it,
Panoramas, verses to dreams, adventures,
Evasion simply harms your dreams,
This is 2005 but the year doesn't matter,
Boca Floja Menuda Coincidencia collaboration
From Monterrey Nuevo Leon but the place doesn't matter either
I just say:
Give me the P, give me the, A give me the Z, and it says?...
...PEACE...