Текст и перевод песни Def Con Dos - Miedo a un planeta Def

Miedo a un planeta Def

No es la hora de pedir socorro,
Es la hora de los mamporros.
No es la hora de pedir auxilio,
Porque es la hora de montar el cirio.

Hay un sorteo de hostias
Y tú tienes papeletas, tienes muchas papeletas,
¡un montón de papeletas!
Cuantas más papeletas, más posibilidades
De ganarte las hostias que van a sortearse,
Y que te busque tu familia por los hospitales.

Si con los dedos de las manos y los dedos de los pies,
Con la polla y los cojones todos suman veintitrés,
Tú te vas a quedar en dieciséis;
Te sobran siete cosas y tú eliges cuáles
Y búscate la vida por los hospitales.

Miedo a un planeta DEF.
Nada en el mundo nos podrá detener.

Mírate en el puño de Def Con Dos,
Mírate en el puño de la razón.
Reza al razonar, razona al rezar
Y pide por favor no te vayas a encontrar
Con algún comando suelto del Escuadrón.
Ya has sido juzgado, ya has sido juzgado.
Ya tienes tu castigo, ya tienes tu regalo.
Abre las tijeras y espera de pie,
Es de mala educación esperar sentado.
Basta de chorradas y de estupideces,
Def Con Dos sigue en sus trece
Y el que no se dé cuenta
Tendrá lo que se merece,
Contaremos hasta tres antes de que empiece
La caza del cretino y también del mequetrefe.

Miedo a un planeta DEF.
Nada en el mundo nos podrá detener.

Vas a empezar a tener miedo a un planeta DEF,
Vas empezar a entender
Que nada en el mundo nos podrá detener.
¿Dónde está el hombre que tenga un plan
Para dar papeletas en el stand
Que vamos a poner en la Expo Universal?
¿Qué te ha parecido la broma asesina?
¿Es mejor morir en gracia divina
Que vivir como Dios a la vuelta de la esquina?
Caramba, caramba, caramba,
Caramba, caramba, caramba,
¡mira tú qué bien!
En el sorteo ante notario celebrado ayer
Has ganado varias hostias en la cara y en los pies.

Miedo a un planeta DEF.
Nada en el mundo nos podrá detener.

Fear of a DEF Planet

It's not time to call for help,
It's time for the punches.
It's not time to call for help,
Because it's time to light the candle.

There's a lottery of slaps
And you have tickets, you have many tickets,
A lot of tickets!
The more tickets, the more chances
To win the slaps that are going to be drawn,
And that your family will be looking for you in the hospitals.

If with the fingers of your hands and the toes,
With the dick and balls all add up to twenty-three,
You're going to end up in sixteen.
You have seven things left and you choose which ones
And find your way through the hospitals.

Fear of a DEF planet.
Nothing in the world will stop us.

Look at yourself in the fist of Def Con Dos,
Look at yourself in the fist of reason.
Pray as you reason, reason as you pray
And please ask that you do not find yourself
With any loose command of the Squadron.
You have already been judged, you have already been judged.
You already have your punishment, you already have your gift.
Open the scissors and wait standing up.
It's rude to wait seated.
Enough with the crap and the stupidities,
Def Con Dos continues on its thirteen
And whoever doesn't realize it
Will get what he deserves,
We'll count to three before it starts
The hunt for the cretin and also for the mequetrefe.

Fear of a DEF planet.
Nothing in the world will stop us.

You're going to start being afraid of a DEF planet,
You're going to start to understand
That nothing in the world will stop us.
Where is the man who has a plan
To give out tickets at the stand
That we're going to put at the World Expo?
What did you think of the killer joke?
Is it better to die in divine grace
Than to live like God around the corner?
Gosh, gosh, gosh,
Gosh, gosh, gosh,
Look at that!
In the notary lottery held yesterday
You have won several slaps in the face and in the feet.

Fear of a DEF planet.
Nothing in the world will stop us.