Текст и перевод песни Def Con Dos - Pesadilla en Elm Street

Pesadilla en Elm Street

John Fitzgerald Kennedy se paseaba
Como un idiota por Elm Street.
Él no sabía que aquél era el día
Que Freddy curraba y pasó por allí.
(...) él era Freddy Krugger,
El Lee Harvey Oswald no disparó.
Jacky Onassis dijo que eran balas
Y no las cuchillas lo que le mató.
Las balas no son tan malas
Y por cuatro calas
Te dan un montón.
Cómo era la Onassis que al darle a la cara
Estaba cantando y otro gallo cantó.
Pesadilla en Elm Street.
Unos años antes Freddy mataba
A todos los niños en Elm Street.
El hombre del saco no ea un mal caco,
Que era un asesino gracioso y gentil.
Y fueron los padres y la fastidiaron:
Quemaron a Freddy con mucho gasoil.
Todos creyeron que Freddy había muerto
Y vivieron tranquilos justo hasta hoy.
No pueden dormir ni siquiera la siesta,
Toman café y bocatas de anfeta,
Se queman los pies con los cigarrillos
Que ven anunciados por televisión.
Pesadilla en Elm Street.
Uno, dos, canta a viva voz;
Tres, cuatro, el hombre del saco;
Cinco, seis, decid lo que veis;
Siete, ocho, cómete un bizcocho;
Nueve, diez, ¿dónde está Fred?
Sale su lengua por el teléfono,
Sale su cara de la pared,
Mira sus garras, sus brazos enormes,
Es rojo y verde el mugriento jersey.
El sombrero le tapa la mitad de la cara
Que parece una pizza a la napolitana.
Krugger vive en las pesadillas
De todos los niños de Elm Street.

Nightmare on Elm Street

John Fitzgerald Kennedy was hanging out
Like an idiot on Elm Street.
He had no idea that this was the day
Freddy did his rounds and passed that way.
(...) that he was Freddy Krueger,
Lee Harvey Oswald didn't shoot.
Jackie Onassis said it was bullets
And not the knives what did him in.
Bullets aren't so bad
And for four dimes
You can get yourself a lot.
How the Onassis was that when she looked him in the face
She was singing and another cock crowed.
Nightmare on Elm Street.
Some years ago, Freddy killed
Every child on Elm Street.
The boogeyman wasn't a bad guy,
He was a funny, gentle killer.
And it was the parents who screwed up:
They burned Freddy to death with lots of gasoline.
Everyone thought Freddy was dead
And they lived in peace until today.
They can't sleep at all, not even take a nap,
They drink coffee and eat amphetamine sandwiches,
They burn their feet with cigarettes
They see advertised on television.
Nightmare on Elm Street.
One, two, sing out loud;
Three, four, the boogeyman;
Five, six, tell what you see;
Seven, eight, eat yourself a cake;
Nine, ten, where's Fred?
His tongue comes out of the phone,
His face comes out of the wall,
Look at his claws, his huge arms,
His filthy sweater is red and green.
His hat covers half of his face
That looks like a Neopolitan pizza.
Kruger lives in the nightmares
Of every child on Elm Street.