Текст и перевод песни Lágrimas De Sangre - El Último Grito en Detrito

El Último Grito en Detrito

Me venden libertad a buen precio y el último grito en detrito,
Un tipo en la tele insiste en que lo necesito,
Que de hecho tenerlo es signo to sexy de éxito,
Lo pillo ya y lo pago en dieciocho mesecitos.
El bucle infinito: vendo mierda que genero,
A cambio de escaso dinero que gasto en basura que no quiero,
De corte efímero, ¡sé el primero,
En tirar tus ingresos por el sumidero!
Adquiere esta basura nueva que deja obsoleta tu basura vieja,
Ve a comprar como una oveja a esa tienda que te veja,
Que te engaña para que compres el doble,
Que te humilla con ofertas pack ahorres.
Todo el mundo pilla que la manzana es más sana si lleva más cera y brilla,
Y a nadie le importa cuánto dura una bombilla,
Nos seduce el envase, nos lo ofrece gente guapa de esa que se maquilla,
Felicidad en pastillas.
Pero todo es una estafa y te astillan,
Te han atontado para que caigas en la trampa, come y calla te chillan,
Y tú qué haces? No quieres tomar un rumbo drástico,
Pero ya ves el plástico llegando a la orilla.
Suciedad de consumo con humo y con grumo,
Con negro engrudo y amorfo tumor futuro,
El cúmulo de mugre cubre al hombre, y todos quieren un zurullo,
Todo el mundo quiere el suyo, ¡compra uno, corre!

Quieren que consumas basura que sudas,
Mientras atesoras basura que compras o usuras,
Que adoras, que adulas, que a duras penas puedes pagar (pero)
Aún quedan bosques que talar.
Nos sumamos a las voces que te dicen frena,
La segunda mano te vale la pena,
Hay formas de romper las cadenas,
Solo es basura si no haces nada con ella.

Nos sumamos a las voces que te dicen "decrezcamos",
No sabemos hacia donde, pero dicen "progresamos",
De los fluidos ríos, y los idílicos páramos,
Hicimos la pocilga en la que nos regocijamos.
Las empresas obran crimen, estados lo permiten,
Dejando que contaminen, ¿qué me cuentas a mí, nen?
Yo consumo lo justo y sumo lustros de consumo,
Me encojo de hombros entre escombros muerte y humo.
Mientras, ellos dicen compra y si no llegas pide crédito,
Te cobran por la bolsa con todo el sano criterio,
Todo son facilidades, es crecimiento ¿sabes?
Pero has crecido tanto que en tu casa ya no cabes,
Ve a por otra contigua, un lugar donde lograr acumular
La futura versión de tu basura más antigua,
Santiguar la mugre del momento, averigua
Donde adquirirla y haz de ella un monumento,
Un absurdo culto al bulto, si te ves en la mierda
Aciertas, no sabes hasta qué punto,
Menda, te rodea jerna, mierda muy bien envasada
Y anunciada en tele mierda con mal gusto.

Feliz con cualquier mierda, no aspiras a más,
Nos han acostumbrado a comprar precariedad,
Tu no odias los lunes, tu odias el sistema,
Odias tu trabajo y odias la necesidad.
Walla, en el Walla Pop esta en stock miseria top,
Con el Photoshop disimulas mierda,
Mientras, inmundicia innecesaria inunda,
Tu pulmón poco a poco, el tabaco apesta.
Un secreto, el vertedero verdadero de coltán,
Está en tu cuarto i lo tienes repleto,
Querrás uno nuevo porque está programado param
Que este pasado un rato se quede obsoleto.
La Coca Cola siempre está de moda,
Porque mola no controlar si tu aorta engorda, ahora importa?
Es agua sucia y cara pero no te cortas,
Te lo dice una caja poco sospechosa de ser tonta.
Eso que comentas en los bares es bazofia,
Ves telebasura y vomitas escoria,
Vuelves a engullirla, bollería maligna,
Grasa en tu barriga, mugre en tu memoria.
Mecesito una letrina para mirar tele circo,
Las migajas que ingerimos son despojos de los ricos,
Desperdicios que pagamos porque han dicho,
Mira el continente, olvida el contenido.

Quieren que consumas basura que sudas,
Mientras atesoras basura que compras o usuras,
Que adoras, que adulas, que a duras penas puedes pagar (pero)
Aún quedan bosques que talar.
Nos sumamos a las voces que te dicen frena,
La segunda mano te vale la pena,
Hay formas de romper las cadenas,
Solo es basura si no haces nada con ella

The Last Scream in Debris

They sell me freedom at a good price and the last scream in debris,
A guy on TV insists that I need it,
That in fact having it is a sexy sign of success,
I'll take it now and pay it off in eighteen short months.
The infinite loop: I sell the shit I generate,
In exchange for little money that I spend on garbage that I don't want,
Ephemeral, be the first,
To throw your income down the drain!
Get this new trash that makes your old trash obsolete,
Go shopping like a sheep at that store that fleeces you,
That tricks you into buying twice as much,
That humiliates you with "save money" pack offers.
Everyone gets it that an apple is healthier if it has more wax and shines,
And nobody cares how long a light bulb lasts,
We are seduced by the packaging, offered by pretty people, the kind who wear makeup,
Happiness in pills.
But it's all a scam and they'll chip you,
They've dumbed you down to fall into the trap, eat and shut up, they tell you,
And what are you doing? You don't want to take a drastic course,
But you already see the plastic reaching the shore.
Consumer dirt with smoke and lumps,
With black gunk and an amorphous future tumor,
The accumulation of filth covers man, and everyone wants a turd,
Everyone wants their own, buy one, run!

They want you to consume trash that you sweat,
While you hoard trash that you buy or wear out,
That you adore, that you flatter, that you can barely afford (but)
There are still forests to cut down.
We join the voices that tell you to stop,
Second hand is worth it,
There are ways to break the chains,
It's only trash if you do nothing with it.

We join the voices that tell you "let's decrease",
We don't know where to, but they say "we're progressing",
From the flowing rivers, and the idyllic wilderness,
We made the pigsty in which we rejoice.
Companies commit crimes, states allow it,
Letting them pollute, what are you telling me, babe?
I consume just enough, and I add years of consumption,
I shrug my shoulders between rubble, death and smoke.
Meanwhile, they say buy and if you can't afford it, get credit,
They charge you for the bag with all the healthy criteria,
It's all facilities, it's growth, you know?
But you've grown so much that you don't fit in your house anymore,
Go for another one next door, a place to accumulate
The future version of your oldest trash,
Bless the filth of the moment, find out
Where to get it and make a monument of it,
An absurd cult of bulk, if you see yourself in the shit
You're right, you don't know to what extent,
Babe, you're surrounded by junk, very well packaged shit
And advertised on shitty TV with bad taste.

Happy with any shit, you don't aspire to more,
We've been accustomed to buying precariousness,
You don't hate Mondays, you hate the system,
You hate your job and you hate necessity.
Walla, top misery is in stock on Walla Pop,
With Photoshop you disguise shit,
Meanwhile, unnecessary filth floods,
Your lung little by little, tobacco stinks.
A secret, the real coltan landfill,
Is in your room and you have it full,
You'll want a new one because it's programmed so that
After a while, it becomes obsolete.
Coca Cola is always fashionable,
Because it's cool not to control if your aorta gets fat, does it matter now?
It's dirty and expensive water but you don't care,
A box hardly suspected of being stupid tells you so.
What you say in bars is crap,
You watch trash TV and vomit scum,
You gobble it up again, evil pastries,
Fat in your belly, grime in your memory.
I need a latrine to watch circus TV,
The crumbs we eat are scraps from the rich,
Waste we pay for because they said,
Look at the container, forget the contents.

They want you to consume trash that you sweat,
While you hoard trash that you buy or wear out,
That you adore, that you flatter, that you can barely afford (but)
There are still forests to cut down.
We join the voices that tell you to stop,
Second hand is worth it,
Hay formas de romper las cadenas,
It's only trash if you do nothing with it