Текст песни и перевод на английский Brigada Improductiva - Trileros

Trileros

Queridos ciudadanos os voy a presentar
la vocación que me hizo triunfar.
Llenando de ilusiones a la gente normal
me convertí en su héroe moral.
Se tragaron mi patraña en clave electoral
y así llegué a ministro por azar.

Contratos millonarios, sobresueldos en B,
son burocracia del poder.
Reparto comisiones a mis socios también,
que no se queden sin pastel.
¿Traficar con influencias, prevaricación?
Serán las malas lenguas, digo yo.

Pero ahora amigo debes apretarte el cinturón,
recuerda que has vivido por encima del montón.

LADRONES A MANGAR, SON BUITRES SIN PIEDAD.
ROBANDO DE TU PAN TE VAN A DESPIEZAR.
CONTRA LA SITUACIÓN, MEDIDAS DE RISIÓN.
SON TRILEROS CLANDESTINOS.

Permíteme que incumpla mi programa esta vez,
tuvimos que reducir liquidez.
De arriba recomiendan que os frene los pies,
recortaré todo a golpe de ley.
No me juzgues, privatizo por tu bienestar,
a ver si así me vuelves a votar.

No temas por tus hijos si no hay calefacción,
estamos en la senda de la recuperación.

IDOS TODOS A CUMPLIR CONDENA,
CRIMINALES DE LA PROFESIÓN.
IDOS TODOS A CHUPAR BANQUILLO,
OS QUEREMOS DENTRO DE PRISIÓN.

Ya está bien de tanto mamoneo y corrupción.
País de pandereta que no encuentra solución.
Ya está bien de tanta delincuencia sin control.
Si escupes hacia arriba, te caerá un buen chaparrón

Trileros (Hustlers)

My dear citizens, allow me to present
the vocation that led me to triumph.
Filling ordinary people with illusions,
I became their moral hero, sweet darling.
They swallowed my electoral fabrication whole,
and so, by chance, I became a minister.

Million-dollar contracts, under-the-table bonuses,
are the bureaucracy of power, you see.
I share commissions with my partners too,
so they don't miss out on the cake, my love.
Influence peddling, malfeasance in office?
It's just malicious gossip, I say.

But now, my friend, you must tighten your belt,
remember you've lived above your station, my pet.

THIEVES, GO STEAL, THEY ARE VULTURES WITHOUT MERCY.
STEALING FROM YOUR BREAD, THEY WILL TEAR YOU APART.
AGAINST THE SITUATION, MEASURES OF RIDICULE.
THEY ARE CLANDESTINE HUSTLERS.

Allow me to break my promises this time, dear,
we had to reduce liquidity, I fear.
From above they recommend I slow your pace, my dear,
I'll cut everything with the stroke of a law, don't fear.
Don't judge me, I privatize for your well-being, see,
maybe then you'll vote for me again, my honey.

Don't worry about your children if there's no heating, my sweet,
we are on the path to recovery, can't you see it?

GO SERVE YOUR SENTENCE, ALL OF YOU,
CRIMINALS OF THE PROFESSION, IT'S TRUE.
GO ALL OF YOU TO ROT IN JAIL,
WE WANT YOU INSIDE PRISON, NO BAIL.

Enough of so much shady dealing and corruption, my dear.
A country of tambourines that finds no solution, I fear.
Enough of so much crime without control, my sweet.
If you spit upwards, a downpour will greet.