Текст и перевод песни Madnass - Belleza es...

Belleza es...

Belleza es, así la llaman,
La buscan cada semana en las portadas
De revistas sensacionalistas que no aportan nada
Solo un manual de cómo ser un perfecto superficial

Belleza es como la llaman creen que la aman
Buscan la fama de llevarse una imagen a la cama
Hombres y damas compitiendo por ser piezas de museo
Ser objeto de deseo del resto el trofeo,
Curioso torneo de sencillas normas
No! no importa el contenido, que va!, solo el envase y sus formas
Por eso transforman su figura
Da igual un bajo nivel intelectual con un cuerpo de altura
Locura, hoy lo usual es ser metrosexual
Gastar más de cien de media mensual
En la esteticien creen que te hace especial un reloj Cartier,
Que hay defectos que se esconden con un traje de Gaultier,
Broncean su piel con baños solares ellas esclavas de Garnier,
Ellos de productos capilares
Buscan los altares del reconocimiento social
Adictos al quirófano y a una máscara facial
Hoy ser superficial es algo normal como ver porno
Hay quien se ve mejor luciendo mas oro que en Fort-Nokx
Creen que a veces se enamoran pero su amor no
Va mas allá de esos rostros y de esos contornos
Adornos, maquillajes e implantes de goma
El nuevo héroe será súper-silicona, no es broma
Se toman referencias de las pasarelas
Allí llaman a la anorexia medidas perfectas pero cuela

Belleza es, así la llaman,
La buscan cada semana en las portadas
De revistas sensacionalistas que no aportan nada
Solo un manual de cómo ser un perfecto superficial

Y es que, que bella es la vida incluso con imperfecciones
Qué bello es el verdadero amor sin condiciones
Es dar sin recibir y sonreír sin mas razón es
Sentirse libre y disfrutar sin condiciones
Antes de vender su cuerpo a la ciencia venden su estima
Es una lástima se vuelven superfluos crean mal clima
Envidian lo que lleva la vecina diosa cocaína
Odia la comida amen los gordos le dan grima
Yo veo belleza, en el arte admiro sus curvas
Mientras otros ven belleza en la muerte y no se perturban
Y es normal que las corporaciones les dicten sus normas
Y se pierden por poderse verse bien, pierden las formas
Bello es poder saber querer y que te quieran
Disfrutar de lo que tienes y aceptarte sin problemas
No! no eres más bello por gastarte más en ti
Por ocultar tu sucio rostro tras las cremas
Moldean su cuerpo pero su coeficiente es nulo
Qué importa que sabes del mundo si tienes buen culo
Solo pienso en mis músculos pero soy un garrulo
Y rulo con las llantas mas grandes pa ser más chulo
Somos incrédulos queremos estar puestos
Y en verdad la vida pasa y solo quedaran sus restos
Molesto, apuesto, sediento, atentos
Yo soy más guapo con mi pancha mientras planto un tiesto

Belleza es, así la llaman,
La buscan cada semana en las portadas
De revistas sensacionalistas que no aportan nada
Solo un manual de cómo ser un perfecto superficial

Beauty is...

Beauty is, that's what they call it,
They look for it every week on the covers
Of tabloid magazines that contribute nothing
Just a manual on how to be a perfect superficial person

Beauty is what they call it, they think they love it
They seek the fame of taking an image to bed
Men and women competing to be museum pieces
To be the object of desire, the rest the trophy,
Curious tournament with simple rules
No! the content doesn't matter, come on! only the packaging and its forms
That's why they transform their figure
It doesn't matter if you have a low intellectual level with a great body
Madness, today the usual is to be metrosexual
Spending more than a hundred on average per month
At the beautician they think a Cartier watch makes you special,
That there are flaws that are hidden with a Gaultier suit,
They tan their skin with sunbeds, they are slaves to Garnier,
They are slaves to hair products
They seek the altars of social recognition
Addicted to the operating room and a face mask
Today being superficial is as normal as watching porn
There are those who look better wearing more gold than in Fort-Knox
They think that sometimes they fall in love but their love doesn't
Go beyond those faces and those contours
Ornaments, makeup and rubber implants
The new hero will be super-silicone, no joke
They take references from the catwalks
There they call anorexia perfect measurements but it slips through

Beauty is, that's what they call it,
They look for it every week on the covers
Of tabloid magazines that contribute nothing
Just a manual on how to be a perfect superficial person

And it is that, how beautiful life is even with imperfections
How beautiful true love is without conditions
It's giving without receiving and smiling for no reason
It's feeling free and enjoying without conditions
Before they sell their bodies to science they sell their esteem
It's a pity they become superfluous they create a bad climate
They envy what the neighboring goddess cocaine has
She hates food, love the fat ones, they make her grimace
I see beauty, in art I admire its curves
While others see beauty in death and are not disturbed
And it is normal for corporations to dictate their standards
And they get lost by being able to see themselves well, they lose their forms
Beautiful is to be able to know how to love and be loved
Enjoy what you have and accept yourself without problems
No! you are not more beautiful for spending more on yourself
For hiding your dirty face behind creams
They mold their body but their coefficient is zero
Who cares what you know about the world if you have a nice ass
I only think about my muscles but I'm a chatterbox
And I roll with the biggest tires to be cooler
We are incredulous we want to be set
And in truth life passes and only its remains will remain
Annoying, handsome, thirsty, attentive
I'm more handsome with my beer belly while I plant a joint

Beauty is, that's what they call it,
They look for it every week on the covers
Of tabloid magazines that contribute nothing
Just a manual on how to be a perfect superficial person