Текст и перевод песни Mundo Chillón - Vendedor de Patrias

Vendedor de Patrias

No quiero patria, no compro ninguna
De esa marca adulterada por la caradura.
No me importa lo que quiera vender,
Seguramente está muy bien para usted.
A mi los símbolos fríos no logran excitarme,
Tengo mil cosas mejores en las que ocuparme
Que echar cuentas al catálogo que me trae usted.

Le traigo;
Patrias grandes, patrias chicas,
Patrias pobres, patrias ricas,
Patrias que las trajo el viento,
Patrias que ha quemado el tiempo,
Patrias que ciñen fronteras,
Patrias que visten banderas,
Patrias muertas, patrias vivas,
Patrias tuertas, patrias divas.

Tengo mil razones para decir que no
Aunque con la oferta me traiga usted un reloj.
Vendedor de patrias macabro perdedor,
Filtrador de razas, larva de dictador.
No me va a convencer que existe el eje del bien
Mientras alquila compra y vende la fe.
No moleste más.
No voy a comprar.

Que yo no tengo miopía, tampoco astigmatismo
Y jamás he padecido de nacionalismo
Pero hay algo que no pude lograr,
Llegar a ser una persona formal.
Porque elogiando a mi tierra yo me quedo solo
Es pequeña, redondita, chata por los polos,
Gran naturaleza por eso hay tanto animal.

Les traigo;
Patrias desparasitadas, garantía certificada,
Llenas de gente cebada de hamburguesas y baladas,
Con tres cabezas pensantes, diez millones de currantes,
Todos a tirar p'alante, mariquita el que no aguante.

Tengo mil razones para decir que no
Aunque con la oferta me traiga usted un reloj.
Vendedor de patrias macabro perdedor,
Filtrador de razas, larva de dictador.
No me va a convencer que existe el eje del bien
Mientras alquila compra y vende la fe.
No moleste más.
No voy a comprar.

No moleste más, no moleste más, no moleste más amigo.
Yo se que el centro del mundo queda lejos de mi ombligo
No moleste más, no moleste más, no moleste a más personas.
Si a usted le gusta su patria, ahí con su pan se la coma.
No moleste más, no moleste más, no golpee más mi puerta,
Que de lunes a domingo, yo siempre la tengo abierta.
No moleste más, no moleste más que ahora mismo ya nos vamos
Donde no haya tercer mundo, ni política, ni paro.
No voy a comprar.

Y al final, las bombas quedan y el marine se va,
Niños que juegan las detonaran.
La vida sigue igual.

Patriotic Salesman

I don't want a homeland, I'm not buying any,
Of that adulterated brand by that arrogant person.
I don't care what you want to sell,
It's probably very good for you.
Cold symbols don't excite me,
I have a thousand better things to do,
Than to check the catalog you bring to me.

I bring you;
Big homelands, small homelands,
Poor homelands, rich homelands,
Homelands that the wind brought,
Homelands that time has burned,
Homelands that border on,
Homelands that wear flags,
Homelands dead, homelands alive,
Homelands squint, homelands diva.

I have a thousand reasons to say no,
Even if you bring me a watch with the offer.
Patriotic salesman, creepy loser,
Race filterer, larva of a dictator.
You're not going to convince me that the axis of good exists,
While you rent, buy, and sell faith.
Don't bother me anymore.
I'm not going to buy.

That I don't have myopia, nor astigmatism,
And I have never suffered from nationalism,
But there is something I could not achieve,
To become a formal person.
Because praising my land I stay alone,
It's small, round, flat at the poles,
Great nature that's why there are so many animals.

I bring you;
Homelands dewormed, certified guarantee,
Full of people fed up with hamburgers and ballads,
With three thinking heads, ten million workers,
All pulling forward, sissy who can't keep up.

I have a thousand reasons to say no,
Even if you bring me a watch with the offer.
Patriotic salesman, creepy loser,
Race filterer, larva of a dictator.
You're not going to convince me that the axis of good exists,
While you rent, buy, and sell faith.
Don't bother me anymore.
I'm not going to buy.

Don't bother me anymore, don't bother me anymore, don't bother me anymore friend.
I know that the center of the world is far from my navel,
Don't bother me anymore, don't bother me anymore, don't bother any more people.
If you like your homeland, eat it with your bread.
Don't bother me anymore, don't bother me anymore, don't knock on my door anymore,
Because from Monday to Sunday, I always have it open.
Don't bother me anymore, don't bother me anymore, let's go right now,
Where there is no third world, no politics, no unemployment.
I'm not going to buy.

And in the end, the bombs remain and the marine leaves,
Children who play will detonate them.
Life goes on.