Текст и перевод песни Def Con Dos - Dogmatofobia

Dogmatofobia

No, no, no voy a hacerme esa foto
Con cara de malo y la espalda tatuada
Me niego a seguir fingiendo respeto
Por tanta chorrada
Tu credo, tu mito, mi dogma
Tu ley sagrada, mi ley pagana
Tus idolos cagan blando y
Te tragas a gusto su gran estafa
El aplauso, la ovacion
Y el saludo emocionado del astro cegado
Por tantos y cuantos mecheros en alto
Que asco y vaya fiasco
Cambiar de cristo, cambiar de santo
Y rendirle culto a ese tipo cansado
De fumarse tu pasta, roquero bueno
Popero malo, se lo ha llevado

Y cuanta mentira podrida servida
En bandeja convencional o alternativa
Para que piques y participes
Del gran negocio del festi, la pasta, la
Raya,
El porrito y el buen rollito
En la carpa dance bailando trance
Con la bendicion del che guevara
Y el che vignon

No creo en ti
Dogmatofobia
Porque ya no creo en mi
Dogmatofobia, dogmatofobia, si.

Dogmatophobia

No, no, I will not take that picture
With a bad face and a tattooed back
I refuse to continue pretending respect
For such nonsense
Your creed, your myth, my dogma
Your sacred law, my pagan law
Your idols defecate softly and
You willingly swallow their big scam
The applause, the ovation
And the emotional greeting of the blinded star
By so many lighters held high
How disgusting and what a fiasco
Change your Christ, change your Saint
And worship that tired guy
Who smokes your money, good rocker
Bad popper, he has taken it

And how much rotten lie is served
On a conventional or alternative tray
For you to bite and participate
In the big business of the festival, the money, the
Line,
The joint and the good vibes
In the dance tent dancing trance
With the blessing of Che Guevara
And Chevignon

I don't believe in you
Dogmatophobia
Because I don't believe in myself anymore
Dogmatophobia, dogmatophobia, yes.