Текст и перевод песни Las Pastillas del Abuelo - Por Colectora (Live in Buenos Aires 2016)

Por Colectora (Live in Buenos Aires 2016)

Creés saber
Que está a tú alcance y no lo está
Se muestra infiel
Espera su oportunidad
Si pinta bien
Del suelo empiezan a brotar
Si pinta mal
Se pierden en la oscuridad
Te dicen ser
Quienes te vienen a salvar
Quieren morder
Temen que puedas escapar
Van a comer
De tu plato hasta reventar
Tus venas van
A darles algo que tomar
Y a vos te duelen más
Los tres metros al vallado
Que si en la cuenta hay más
O menos que el mes pasado
Creyéndote campeón
Los buitres buscan el pique
La tribu la pongo yo
A ver quién es el cacique
Ahí están
Quieren ganar sin laburar
Así les va
Siguen buscando a quién cagar
Y a vos te duelen más
Los tres metros al vallado
Que si en la cuenta hay más
O menos que el mes pasado
Creyéndote campeón
Los buitres buscan el pique
La tribu la pongo yo
A ver quién es el cacique
Y vos querés zafar
De tanta baba en tu asado
El que ofendido está
Mañana estará enojado
Si sos honesto y fiel
La gente se te enamora
Si supieras lo que es
Vendrías por colectora.

On the Collector (Live in Buenos Aires 2016)

You think you know
That it's within your reach and it's not
It shows itself unfaithful
Waits for its chance
If it looks good
They start to sprout from the ground
If it looks bad
They get lost in the darkness
They tell you to be
Who they come to save you from
They want to bite
They're afraid you might escape
They're going to eat
From your plate until they burst
Your veins go
To give them something to drink
And you feel the pain more
The three meters to the fence
Than even if the account has more
Or less than last month
Thinking you're a champion
The vultures look for the bite
I put the tribe together
Let's see who the chief is
There they are
They want to win without working
That's how it goes for them
They keep looking for who to screw over
And you feel the pain more
The three meters to the fence
Than even if the account has more
Or less than last month
Thinking you're a champion
The vultures look for the bite
I put the tribe together
Let's see who the chief is
And you want to get away
From so much slobber on your roast
He who is offended
Will be angry tomorrow
If you're honest and faithful
The people will fall in love with you
If you knew what it was
You would come by the collector.