Текст и перевод песни Def Con Dos - Ultramemia

Ultramemia

No es bueno para tí que preguntes demasiado,
Que te alejes de la senda del perfecto ciudadano.
Matrimonio soso, trabajo precario,
Y en tu mente la quimera de que te hagan encargado.
Tampoco te conviene darle demasiadas vueltas
A los hechos, que al pensarlos se convierten en problemas.
Deja que el mundo siga su curso
Y continúa tu camino en silencio y a lo tuyo.
No cometas el error de alterar las directrices
En que se apoya la gente con quien vives.
Es preferible la injusticia al desorden,
Decía el abuelo al abrocharse el uniforme.
Tu conducta inquieta a los vecinos,
Te señalan por la calle quienes fueron tus amigos.
Esto ya era así antes de que tú nacieses,
No le des más vueltas, calla y obedece.
Porque estás en Ultramemia.
Vivirás en Ultramemia.
Has nacido en Ultramemia
Y te morirás de asco bordando con tu tedio su bandera.
No es aconsejable desconfiar del dirigente,
Sagrado timonel de tu destino y tu suerte.
Él piensa por tí para que tú no pienses nada:
Con un cerebro sobra para toda la manada.
Enturbias con tus dudas la imagen del míster
Y encima pretendes que nadie te vigile.
Esto ya era así antes de que tú nacieses,
No le des más vueltas, calla y obedece.
Porque estás en Ultramemia.
Vivirás en Ultramemia.
Sigue con los sellos en la estafeta,
Mejor ser anónimo que profeta.
Quítate de la cabeza esas tonterías,
Tampoco es tan incómodo vivir de rodillas.
Porque estás en Ultramemia.
Vivirás en Ultramemia.
Has nacido en Ulramemia...

Ultramemia (English)

It's not good for you to ask too many questions,
That you stray from the path of the perfect citizen.
A boring marriage, a precarious job,
And in your mind the pipe dream that you'll be made manager.
It's not convenient for you to think too much
About facts, because when you think about them they become problems.
Let the world do as it pleases
And continue on your path, silently and to yourself.
Don't make the mistake of changing the guidelines
That the people you live with depend on.
Injustice is preferable to disorder,
Said the grandfather as he buttoned up his uniform.
Your behavior disturbs the neighbors,
You're pointed at in the street by those who were your friends.
This was already the case before you were born,
Don't think about it anymore, shut up and obey.
Because you're in Ultramemia.
You'll live in Ultramemia.
You were born in Ultramemia
And you'll die of boredom, embroidering her flag with your tedium.
It's not advisable to distrust the leader,
Sacred helmsman of your destiny and your fate.
He thinks for you so that you don't have to think at all:
There's one brain left for the whole pack.
You tarnish the mister's image with your doubts
And, on top, you expect no one to watch you.
This was already the case before you were born,
Don't think about it anymore, shut up and obey.
Because you're in Ultramemia.
You'll live in Ultramemia.
Stick with the stamps at the post office,
Better to be anonymous than a prophet.
Get those silly ideas out of your head,
It's not that uncomfortable to live on your knees.
Because you're in Ultramemia.
You'll live in Ultramemia.
You were born in Ultramemia...