Текст и перевод песни OConnor - El cuetazo del cabrón

El cuetazo del cabrón

Fue pateando la ciudad
Inventando otra ilusión
Sin querer se fusiono
En un mar de confusión

La pasión monumental
Tanta gente por ahí
Campos de concentración
Te fusilan sin querer

No pudo pararte a vos
El balazo de ese gil
Que te manda a predicar
Con tu herida al hospital

Idealista como vos
La seguís también ahí
Entre el rocho y su guardian, porque...

Ahora pensas cuando van a parar
Tanta policía no quiere tirar
Por donde vas a escapar
Hay tanto reviente

Tu alegría de vivir
Es mas fuerte que el terror
Del cuetazo de un cabrón
O el cuchillo vengador.
Tropesaste está vez con la ira y la
Ambición que la bestia desató porque

Ahora pensas cuando van a parar
Tanta policía no quiere tirar
Por donde vas a escapar
Hay tanto viviente. No pudo pararte a vos el balazo de ese gil.
Que te manda predicar con tu herida al hospital.
Tropesaste está vez con con la ira y la ambición porque ahora pensas
Cuando van a frenar tanta policía. No quiere tirar por dónde.
Vas a escapar. Tanta policía no quiere tirar por dónde vas a escapar.
Tanta policía no quiere tirar por
Dónde vas a escapar hay tanto sobreviviente.

The asshole's bullet

He was kicking the town
Inventing another illusion
He merged without wanting to
Into a sea of confusion

The monumental passion
So many people out there
Concentration camps
They shoot you without wanting to

He couldn't stop you, either
That asshole's bullet
That sends you preaching
With your wound to the hospital

Idealist like you
You still follow it there, too
Between the cop and his guardian, because...

Now you think when they're going to stop
So many police don't want to shoot
Where are you going to escape?
There's so much shit going on

Your joy of life
Is stronger than the terror
Of an asshole's bullet
Or the avenging knife
You tripped this time with the anger and
The ambition that the beast unleashed because

Now you think when they're going to stop
So many police don't want to shoot
Where are you going to escape?
There are so many survivors. He couldn't stop you, either, the bullet of that asshole.
That sends you preaching with your wound to the hospital.
You tripped this time with with the anger and the ambition because now you think
When are they going to stop so many police. He doesn't want to shoot where.
Are you going to escape? So many police don't want to shoot where are you going to escape.
So many police don't want to shoot where
You're going to escape there are so many survivors.