Текст и перевод песни Bocafloja - Truco Y Goce

Truco Y Goce

Jugando trucos al deseo que te alimenta,
El goce satisface ese placer que siempre aumenta.

De termino el ultimo ron, ya no me caigo del asiento,
No hay arrepentimiento, estoy limpio y no es moral conservadora,
Es la practica y el uso de mil vicios que decoran,
Soy un hijo irreverente del capitalismo puro.
Y es que entender tu posicion en el proceso
Es consecuencia de un momento mas maduro,
Consciente de la explotacion global y las maquilas en Camboya
Y un par de Nikes que no pienso desechar
Porque me otorgan un segundo de victoria,
Con el domingo ropa limpia en la plaza Congo,
Nos han quitado todo
Y por segundos recobramos la confianza con camisetas blancas.
Frescas nuevas de paquete en la balanza
Y un gorro que me guarda las ideas y escandaliza al academico,
Con este judi escandaloso
Que protege mis instintos de cualquier panico escenico.
El nuevo crack es legal para los ojos del burocrata,
Es la estrategia de campaña del democrata,
Es el trofeo del oprimido,
Es el anzuelo necesario del honor jamas perdido.
El del tio sam adolorido,
Pues vivo en el lugar donde es preciso hacerle trucos al deseo para acceder al goce,
Hacerle trucos al deseo para poder acceder al goce,
Acceder al goce.

Jugando trucos al deseo que te alimenta,
El goce satisface ese placer que siempre aumenta.

Jugando trucos al deseo que te alimenta.

Y es que esta no es la promocion
Beligerante del consumo que el estado ha diseñado
La reinterpretacion que pone incomodo al normando,
El duque Bourgogne engalanaba su pelaje.
La tia que nos planchaba un saco viejo engalanando el peladaje,
Es la victoria mas pequeña del consuelo,
El brillo del que vive siendo primo del subsuelo,
Yo estoy soñando que quisiera ser ladron para quitarles un poquito.
Para montarte en ese avion
Pa gestionar un finiquito,
Pero el cavildo esta comprado y el credito es negado
Al que en la cara tiene marcas del pasado.
Y en el presente aunque lo obtengas
No hay moneda que te sirva pa pagarles la utopia,
Como estas letras que descartan por la falta de sangria,
Como negarte a este segundo subjetivo de alegria.
Como cuestionas que esta prenda de hacendado la he tornado en rebeldia,
La hemos tornado en rebeldia,
Es el trofeo del oprimido,
Es el ansuelo necesario del honor jamas perdido.
El del tio sam adolorido,
Pues vivo en el lugar donde es preciso hacerle trucos al deseo para acceder al goce,
Hacerle trucos al deseo para poder acceder al goce,
Acceder al goce.

Jugando trucos al deseo que te alimenta,
El goce satisface ese placer que siempre aumenta.

Trick and Enjoyment

Playing tricks on the desire that feeds you,
Enjoyment satisfies that pleasure that always grows.

I finish the last rum, I no longer fall off the seat,
There's no regret, I'm clean and it's not conservative morality,
It's the practice and use of a thousand vices that decorate,
I'm an irreverent child of pure capitalism.
And it's that understanding your position in the process
Is the consequence of a more mature moment,
Aware of global exploitation and sweatshops in Cambodia
And a pair of Nikes I don't plan to discard
Because they grant me a second of victory,
With clean clothes on Sunday in Congo Square,
They have taken everything from us
And for seconds we regain confidence with white t-shirts.
Fresh new from the package on the scale
And a hat that keeps my ideas and scandalizes the academic,
With this scandalous judi
That protects my instincts from any stage fright.
The new crack is legal in the eyes of the bureaucrat,
It's the democrat's campaign strategy,
It's the trophy of the oppressed,
It's the necessary hook of honor never lost.
That of the aching Uncle Sam,
For I live in the place where it's necessary to play tricks on desire to access enjoyment,
Play tricks on desire to be able to access enjoyment,
Access enjoyment.

Playing tricks on the desire that feeds you,
Enjoyment satisfies that pleasure that always grows.

Playing tricks on the desire that feeds you.

And it's that this is not the promotion
Belligerent consumption that the state has designed
The reinterpretation that makes the Norman uncomfortable,
The Duke of Bourgogne adorned his fur.
The aunt who ironed us an old coat adorning the baldness,
It's the smallest victory of consolation,
The shine of the one who lives being a cousin of the subsoil,
I'm dreaming that I would like to be a thief to take a little from them.
To get you on that plane
To manage a settlement,
But the council is bought and credit is denied
To the one with marks of the past on his face.
And in the present even if you get it
There is no currency that will help you pay for utopia,
Like these letters that they discard due to lack of bleeding,
How to deny yourself this subjective second of joy.
How you question that I have turned this landowner's garment into rebellion,
We have turned it into rebellion,
It's the trophy of the oppressed,
It's the necessary hook of honor never lost.
That of the aching Uncle Sam,
For I live in the place where it's necessary to play tricks on desire to access enjoyment,
Play tricks on desire to be able to access enjoyment,
Access enjoyment.

Playing tricks on the desire that feeds you,
Enjoyment satisfies that pleasure that always grows.