Текст и перевод песни Canserbero - Mi Condiciion

Mi Condiciion

hipoocritaaass
que quiere darme la mano para despues joderme y verme muerto
-baasta yaa
en quien voy a confiar si al final siempre te dan la misma
puñalada
-hipoocritaaass
que quiere darme la mano para despues joderme y verme muerto
-baasta yaa
en quien voy a confiar si al final siempre te dan la
misma puñalada
falsos!
lobos disfrazados de cordero
me asfixio a la mentira que a inundado el mundo entero
a causa de golpesa entero que me han hecho experto
y me mantienen despierto en estos caminos ficticios
en donde cada quien busca su propio beneficio
en este precipicio taantas conspiraciones donde engaños
mas mentiras son iguales a traiciones
malditos traidores que por impostor me toman el pelo
me hacen de hielo sin sangre en las venas ya que a duras
penas
yo he sobrevividooo, a veces dando heridas y otras veces
siendo heridooo,
lleno de rencor pero igual sonrio ya que no confio ni
en aquel reflejo en que miro al espejo,
confiar en el projimo no sirve de nada porque de todas
todas tratan de dar puñaladas, la suerte esta echada
sobre la mesa te cantan
y expresan que en un dia fue en defensa ahora va en
busca de su presa, sorpresas,
que te da la vida, ya que la verdad siempre sale a
lucir aunque viva escondida, viva escondida.
en quien confio?
en quien confio?
en quien confio?
-hipoocritaaass
que quiere darme la mano para despues joderme y verme
muerto
-baasta yaa
en quien voy a confiar si al final siempre te dan la
misma puñalada
-hipoocritaaass
que quiere darme la mano para despues joderme y verme
muerto
-baasta yaa
en quien voy a confiar si al final siempre te dan la
misma puñalada
(.) te pido de cora que me valla sacando de este
infierno, yo no creo en palabras falsas, me hablan
en vano y no se cansan,
es que yo de a qui boto toda mi confianza, vamos a
hacer una alianza, mientras avanza, la critica que
habla y no se cansa,
yo no soy quien para andar juzgando personas,
ya ustedes saben que un "clavo saca a otro clavo"
y el mas bravo se encuentra en la tumba postrado,
yo no espero ser rechazado, golpeado ni maltratado,
gracias,
a los que estan a mi lado,
a los q me han apoyado,
y el que me desea mal que espere sentado,
un discipulo vende a su amo, con un beso en la mejilla,
pero a mi no me haran lo mismo, primero paso una hojilla,
hipocritaand mantequilla, dame azuquilla,
para despues dareme a beber veneno, en este mundo obsceno
y lleno de fieras salvajes, mi defensa contra caras dobles
no podran engañar a este hombre
(.) es mi nombre.
los hipocritas que quieren darme la mano y joderme
y muerto verme, piensan que asi van a obtener mi puesto,
apuesto que dicen ser mis amigos, por eso es que la
lengua es el castigo del cuerpo,
me llenan de ira,
basta de mentiras,
falsos que me miran mal y de frente me admiran
me llenan de ira,
basta de mentiras,
dobles caras mira ya conocen la salida.
-hipoocritaaass
que quiere darme la mano para despues joderme y verme muerto
-baasta yaa
en quien voy a confiar si al final siempre te dan la
misma puñalada
-hipoocritaaass
que quiere darme la mano para despues joderme y verme muerto
-baasta yaa
en quien voy a confiar si al final siempre te dan la
misma puñalada.

My Condition

Hypocrites!
They want to shake my hand, only to screw me over and see me dead.
-Enough already!
Who can I trust if, in the end, they always stab you in the back?
A stab in the back.
-Hypocrites!
They want to shake my hand, only to screw me over and see me dead.
-Enough already!
Who can I trust if, in the end, they always give you the
same stab in the back?
Fake!
Wolves disguised as sheep.
I suffocate from the lies that have flooded the entire world.
Because of all the blows I've received, I've become an expert.
And they keep me awake on these fictitious paths
where everyone seeks their own benefit.
In this precipice, so many conspiracies where deceit,
more lies, are equal to betrayals.
Damn traitors who take me for a fool,
they make me ice-cold, with no blood in my veins, since with great
difficulty
I have survived, sometimes inflicting wounds and other times
being wounded,
full of resentment, but I still smile because I don't trust even
the reflection I see in the mirror,
trusting your neighbor is useless because they all
try to stab you in the back, the die is cast
on the table, they sing to you
and express that one day it was in self-defense, now they go
in search of their prey, surprises,
that life gives you, since the truth always comes to
light even if it lives hidden, lives hidden.
Who do I trust?
Who do I trust?
Who do I trust?
-Hypocrites!
They want to shake my hand, only to screw me over and see me
dead.
-Enough already!
Who can I trust if, in the end, they always give you the
same stab in the back?
-Hypocrites!
They want to shake my hand, only to screw me over and see me
dead.
-Enough already!
Who can I trust if, in the end, they always give you the
same stab in the back?
(.) I ask you from the heart to get me out of this
hell, I don't believe in false words, they speak to me
in vain and they don't get tired,
it's just that from here I throw away all my trust, let's make
an alliance, as the criticism advances,
the one that speaks and doesn't get tired,
I am not one to judge people,
you already know that "one nail drives out another"
and the bravest one lies prostrate in the grave,
I don't expect to be rejected, beaten or mistreated,
thank you,
to those who are by my side,
to those who have supported me,
and the one who wishes me ill, let him wait seated,
a disciple sells his master, with a kiss on the cheek,
but they won't do the same to me, first I pass a razor blade,
hypocrite and butter, give me sugar,
to later give me poison to drink, in this obscene world
full of wild beasts, my defense against double faces
they won't be able to deceive this man
(.) is my name.
The hypocrites who want to shake my hand and screw me over
and see me dead, they think that's how they'll get my position,
I bet they say they are my friends, that's why the
tongue is the punishment of the body,
they fill me with anger,
enough of lies,
fake people who look at me badly and admire me to my face
they fill me with anger,
enough of lies,
double faces, look, you already know the way out.
-Hypocrites!
They want to shake my hand, only to screw me over and see me dead.
-Enough already!
Who can I trust if, in the end, they always give you the
same stab in the back?
-Hypocrites!
They want to shake my hand, only to screw me over and see me dead.
-Enough already!
Who can I trust if, in the end, they always give you the
same stab in the back?