Текст и перевод песни Def Con Dos - Mundo chungo

Mundo chungo

Desde aquella fecha, 11 de Septiembre
Cuando derrumbaron las torres del imperio.
Desde la masacre salvaje del 11 de Marzo
Cuesta digerir el rencor acumulado.

Ante la amenaza de los atentados
Ante ataques de descerebrados
Queremos saber quien ha propiciado
La moda del terror indiscriminado.

Son muchos factores y muchos culpables
Presidentes con delirios imperiales
Que ahora buscan entre ciudadanos
Un chivo para disculparlos.

Y ahora aunque no lo quieras
Sí, eres sospechoso
Por ir a tu bola
Y vivir siempre a tu bolo.

La seguridad de todos
Exige un sacrificio.
Pero que tendré yo que ver
Con ningun partido.

Porque no me interesa
Porque no me acostumbro
A poner buena cara
A su mundo mundo chungo.

Mundo chungo
Mundo chungo
Mundo chungo
Mundo chungo

Te han señalado porque no entienden
Que seas un currante que solamente
No ves sus concursos, ni sus anuncios
Que despotriques contra su mundo

Tu no encajas en esas subastas
Te espian, te siguen, vigilan tu casa
Y publicamente ya te señalan
Porque eres persona non-grata

Revisar antecedentes
De los tipos diferentes
Prioridad: sus aficiones,
Sus amigos y parientes.

Saben si te drogas, saben cuantas veces
Y si tu chica te quiere y merece.
A quien llamas, a quien debes,
A quien pagas y a quien mientes.

Eres objeto de seguimiento
Porque llevas mochila y viajas en metro.
Tienes amigos de piel oscura
Y guardas panfletos de contracultura.

Eres sospecho
Por un daño irreceloso
Por ir siempre por tu cuenta
Por no ser como son todos.

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Chungo World

Since that day, September 11th
When they brought down the towers of the empire.
From the savage slaughter of March 11th,
It’s hard to digest all the accumulated rancor.

In the face of the threat of attacks
In the face of attacks by brainless fools,
We want to know who has caused
The trend of indiscriminate terror.

There are many factors and many guilty parties
Presidents with imperial delusions
Who now search among the citizens
For a scapegoat to excuse them.

And now, whether you like it or not,
Yes, you're a suspect
For marching to the beat of your own drum
And always living your life on the run.

The safety of all
Demands a sacrifice.
But what do I have to do with
Any political party?

Because I’m not interested
Because I can’t get used to it
To putting on a happy face
To their rotten, rotten world.

Rotten world
Rotten world
Rotten world
Rotten world

They’ve singled you out because they don’t understand
That you're just a hard worker who
Doesn't watch their shows or their ads,
That you rant against their world.

You don’t fit into their auctions,
They spy on you, they follow you, they watch your house,
And they’re already publicly singling you out
Because you’re a persona non-grata.

Reviewing records
Of the different types
Priority: their hobbies,
Their friends and relatives.

They know if you do drugs, how many times
And if your woman loves you and deserves it.
Who you call, who you owe,
Who you pay and who you lie to.

You're being followed
Because you wear a backpack and ride the subway.
You have dark-skinned friends
And you keep pamphlets of counterculture.

You’re suspect
Of some unfathomable damage
For always doing your own thing,
For not being like everyone else.

Rotten world
Rotten world
Rotten world
Rotten world!