La costumbre
A la tristeza te acostumbras
A rutina te acostumbras
A la pobreza te acostumbras
A la derrota tambien te acostumbras
A la bobera te acostumbras
A no ser nadie te acostumbras
A amar de culpas te acostumbras
A ser esclavo tambien te acostumbras
A comer mierda te acostumbras
A la hamburguesa te acostumbras
Al sexo frio te acostumbras
Al maltrato tambien te acostumbras
A la violencia te acostumbras
Al noticiero te acostumbras
A la careta te acostumbras
A la mentira tambien te acostumbras
Pero diciembre existio
Esta en rinconcito del alma buena
Y como octubre mi amor
Esa son cosas que vuelven,
Que vuelven y ya
Ooohohhhhohhooooooooooooh!...
A fumar faso te acostumbras
A tomar mate te acostumbras
A hacer clas compras te acostumbras
A ser un seco tambien te acostostumbras
Al aire enfermo de la ciudad
Al vino malo y a la resaca
Que te caguen te acostumbras
A cualquuier moda tambien te acostumbras
Y se tenian que ir
Pero la costumbre es tan fuerte nena
Que aun estan ahi
Hasta que explote
Espera y veras!!
Ooooohooooooooohhhh oooooooohhhhhhh!
(nunca me acotumbrare)
A esa señora buscando basura en la puerta de mi casa
(nunca me acostumbrare)
A tu carita de hambre pidiendome algo para comer
(nunca me acostumbrare)
A tu barrio de lujo en frente de la villa
Nunca me acostumbrare!!
...(nunca me acostumbrare)
A ver tu banco vacio en la escuela
Fuiste a trabajar...
The Habit
You get used to sadness
You get used to routine
You get used to poverty
You also get used to defeat
You get used to nonsense
You get used to being nobody
You get used to loving with guilt
You also get used to being a slave
You get used to eating shit
You get used to hamburgers
You get used to cold sex
You also get used to abuse
You get used to violence
You get used to the news
You get used to the mask
You also get used to lies
But December existed
It's in a little corner of the good soul
And like October, my love
Those are things that come back,
That come back and already
Ooohohhhhohhooooooooooooh!...
You get used to smoking weed
You get used to drinking mate
You get used to doing classy shopping
You also get used to being a dry person
To the sick air of the city
To bad wine and hangover
You get used to being screwed
You also get used to any trend
And they had to leave
But the habit is so strong, baby
That they're still there
Until it explodes
Wait and see!!
Ooooohooooooooohhhh oooooooohhhhhhh!
(I will never get used)
To that lady looking for garbage at my door
(I will never get used)
To your hungry face asking me for something to eat
(I will never get used)
To your luxury neighborhood in front of the slum
I will never get used!!
...(I will never get used)
To see your empty bench at school
You went to work...