Текст и перевод песни ZPU - Juguete Roto - En Directo

Juguete Roto - En Directo

Juguete roto, le venden la moto,
El la compra y se queda con la cara de tonto,
Luego en su final nadie le quiere mirar,
Porque hay una moda nueva que le va a eliminar,
Juguete roto, le venden la moto,
Ella tan contenta, acepta y posa pa la foto,
Luego en su final nadie la quiere mirar,
Porque hay una moda nueva que la va a eliminar.

Son reyes del tres al cuarto, la fama es efímera,
La parto, porque no da lo que mi verdad asi me da,
A mi me da igual tu adelanto, tu dinero,
Prefiero un Don Simon a tu Rivera del Duero,
No hay pero, éxito en un domo como Jon Secada,
Luego se cagan cuando la pasta se acaba,
Y es que tu sello no te aprecia, abrazos de mentira,
Cuando too va bien, al tiempo, titulon de... te diran ¿quien?,
Entregas confianza a quien no deberias,
Te verás haciendo porqueria con David de María,
Rollo Locomia, loco mira, tragica la direccion,
Tu discográfica no te hace promoción,
La agudeza de tu musica a nadie le importa un rabo,
Serás apartado como Alex Ubago,
Y los magos que te harían de oro son unos mamones,
Acabarás como Soraya, obligada a hacer versiones.

Juguete roto, le venden la moto,
El la compra y se queda con la cara de tonto,
Luego en su final nadie le quiere mirar,
Porque hay una moda nueva que le va a eliminar,
Juguete roto, le venden la moto,
Ella tan contenta, acepta y posa pa la foto,
Luego en su final nadie la quiere mirar,
Porque hay una moda nueva que la va a eliminar.

Y me temo que solo el primer disco es el bueno,
Luego la multi de turno inyectará todo el veneno
Que pueda, la rueda que separará tu grupo
Es un pulpo manager que espera migajas que quedan,
Y la veda, abierta, la verdad
Tu muerte colgando de alguna cuerda y tu carrera es una mierda, ja!
Juguete roto, la velocidad con la que sube,
La velocidad con la que luego te escupen, men,
Puede que te culpen: deberias ser más pop,
O los tuyos te envidian como La Oreja de Van Gogh,
Qué Amaya, tantas rayas lunes a domingo,
Trae una relación que falla como el cante de Pitingo,
Mil borrones se te acercarán si haces unos hits,
Al ver la verdad, te engordarás, como Britney Spears,
Yo ando mejor saltando, escuchando a los House of Pain,
Juguete, nunca una leyenda, como Kurt Cobain.

Juguete roto, le venden la moto,
El la compra y se queda con la cara de tonto,
Luego en su final nadie le quiere mirar,
Porque hay una moda nueva que le va a eliminar,
Juguete roto, le venden la moto,
Ella tan contenta, acepta y posa pa la foto,
Luego en su final nadie la quiere mirar,
Porque hay una moda nueva que la va a eliminar.

Lleva muchos años haciendo rap, viéndolas venir,
Pero no se puede resistir,
Antes lo importante era el dominio del verbo,
Pero alguien le dijo: tienes que ser más moderno,
Ahora lo de menos es lo que dice su pincel,
Ya no escribe nada si no tiene aromas niquel,
Trata a las personas con los aires de un piloto,
Tienes las horas contadas pa ser un juguete roto.

Juguete roto, le venden la moto,
El la compra y se queda con la cara de tonto,
Luego en su final nadie le quiere mirar,
Porque hay una moda nueva que le va a eliminar,
Juguete roto, le venden la moto,
Ella tan contenta, acepta y posa pa la foto,
Luego en su final nadie la quiere mirar,
Porque hay una moda nueva que la va a eliminar.

Broken Toy - Live

A broken toy, they sell him the ride,
He buys it and is left with a fool's face,
Then, in his end, no one wants to look at him,
Because there's a new trend that's going to eliminate him,
A broken toy, they sell her the ride,
She, so happy, accepts and poses for the photo,
Then, in her end, no one wants to look at her,
Because there's a new trend that's going to eliminate her.

They are kings from three to four, fame is ephemeral,
I share it, because it doesn't give what my truth gives me,
I don't care about your advance, your money,
I prefer a Don Simon to your Ribera del Duero,
No buts, success in a dome like Jon Secada,
Then they shit themselves when the money runs out,
And it's that your label doesn't appreciate you, fake hugs,
When everything is going well, in time, title of... they'll tell you, who?,
You give trust to who you shouldn't,
You'll find yourself doing crap with David de María,
Rollo Locomia, crazy look, tragic direction,
Your record company doesn't promote you,
The sharpness of your music doesn't matter a damn to anyone,
You'll be set aside like Alex Ubago,
And the magicians who would make you gold are a bunch of suckers,
You'll end up like Soraya, forced to do covers.

A broken toy, they sell him the ride,
He buys it and is left with a fool's face,
Then, in his end, no one wants to look at him,
Because there's a new trend that's going to eliminate him,
A broken toy, they sell her the ride,
She, so happy, accepts and poses for the photo,
Then, in her end, no one wants to look at her,
Because there's a new trend that's going to eliminate her.

And I'm afraid that only the first record is the good one,
Then the multi on duty will inject all the venom
That it can, the wheel that will separate your group
Is an octopus manager who waits for the crumbs that are left,
And the hunt, open, the truth
Your death hanging from some rope and your career is shit, ha!
Broken toy, the speed with which it rises,
The speed with which they then spit on you, man,
They may blame you: you should be more pop,
Or yours envy you like La Oreja de Van Gogh,
What Amaya, so many stripes Monday to Sunday,
Bring a relationship that fails like Pitingo's singing,
A thousand stains will come to you if you make some hits,
Seeing the truth, you'll get fat, like Britney Spears,
I'm better off jumping, listening to House of Pain,
Toy, never a legend, like Kurt Cobain.

A broken toy, they sell him the ride,
He buys it and is left with a fool's face,
Then, in his end, no one wants to look at him,
Because there's a new trend that's going to eliminate him,
A broken toy, they sell her the ride,
She, so happy, accepts and poses for the photo,
Then, in her end, no one wants to look at her,
Because there's a new trend that's going to eliminate her.

He's been rapping for many years, seeing them come,
But he can't resist,
Before, the important thing was the mastery of the word,
But someone told him: you have to be more modern,
Now the least important thing is what his brush says,
He doesn't write anything anymore if it doesn't have nickel aromas,
He treats people with the airs of a pilot,
You have your hours counted to be a broken toy.

A broken toy, they sell him the ride,
He buys it and is left with a fool's face,
Then, in his end, no one wants to look at him,
Because there's a new trend that's going to eliminate him,
A broken toy, they sell her the ride,
She, so happy, accepts and poses for the photo,
Then, in her end, no one wants to look at her,
Because there's a new trend that's going to eliminate her.