ABC
Ponte joya barata, anda descalza y con tacones
Ponte bien guapa pa' ti, pa' ti, pa' ti
Soy aprendiz de bruja, de chamana
De Madrid de abuela, si la vida me deja
Que lo que se retiene nunca se tiene
Y lo que se deja libre siempre vuelve, no se ahoga
Ahora me encuentro bien y motivada
Y saco mi lengua a pasear ah ah
No, no, no, no, no me acostumbro, no me acostumbro, no
No me acostumbro que no
A no poder beber en la calle, a tus tonterías
No me acostumbro a que no te calles
No me acostumbro a tanto
No me acostumbro a tanta velocidad
A la hora de pensar un poquito
No me acostumbro a tanto cabrón con K
No me acostumbro a tanta policía pervertida
No me acostumbro dime de quién te fía ya
No me acostumbro a mirar y que no estén
Ni que las cosas me salgan bien
No me acostumbro a que medio mundo nos acostemos tranquilos
Y en el otro medio se mueran por miles los niños
No!, que No me acostumbro
No me acostumbro a que intenten cortar mi libertad
Que esa me la dieron al nacer mi mamá, mi papá
No me acostumbro a que no haya casa pa' todos
Cuando la tierra no es de nadie cojones
Es de quien en ella nació, creció, vivió y la trabajo
No me acostumbro a que haya que pagar pa' que te entierren ah!
Estamos, pa' que nos encierren
No me acostumbro vuestra demagogia
A vuestra trampa, vuestra mentira
Los mejores actores se juntan en política
No me acostumbro a vivir sin sol
No me acostumbro a vivir sin sol
Y a donde quiera me echo una siesta
Me monto una fiesta pero no te acerques
Que no me acostumbro a las falsas apariencias
Y puedo darte con la mano abierta
No me acostumbro a que me quieran dar órdenes
Orden contra orden, desorden
Desordenando mi vida, encuentro el orden que no tenía
Y camino pa' delante
Mi camino no está dibujado en el camino
No tiene huellas, va campo a trave
Va campo a trave, va campo a trave
Mi camino no está dibujado en el camino
No tiene huellas, va campo a trave
Va campo a trave, va campo a trave
Y mientras no me acostumbro a tanta subordinación
Mira que a todos nos cuesta saber decir esto y que no
A tanto mal phono, a tanta incomunicación entre tú y yo
Entre tú y yo
No me acostumbro a que no veamos que el poder está en nuestras manos
Pero cerramos los ojos
Y chupamos el caramelo, envenenao' que nos dan, no, no, no
No me acostumbro a tanta mierda en los campos
A tantos hijos de puta del bote chupando
Metiendo el hocico en otro comedero
Mientras el suyo lo tienen entero
No me acostumbro a tanto, no me acostumbro a tanto
No me acostumbro a tanto, a tanto muerto vertical
Mi camino no está dibujado en el camino
No tiene huellas, va campo a trave
Va campo a trave, va campo a trave
ABC
Put on cheap jewelry, walk barefoot and with heels
Get all dolled up for you, for you, for you
I'm an apprentice witch, a shaman
From Madrid with a grandmother, if life allows me
What is retained is never had
And what is set free always returns, it doesn't drown
Now I feel good and motivated
And I stick my tongue out to stroll ah ah
No, no, no, I don't get used to it, I don't get used to it, no
I don't get used to not
Not being able to drink on the street, to your nonsense
I don't get used to you not shutting up
I don't get used to so much
I don't get used to so much speed
When it comes to thinking a little
I don't get used to so many assholes with K
I don't get used to so many perverted police
I don't get used to tell me who you trust now
I don't get used to looking and they're not there
Nor that things go well for me
I don't get used to half the world going to bed calmly
And in the other half thousands of children dying
No!, I don't get used to it
I don't get used to them trying to cut my freedom
That was given to me when I was born by my mom, my dad
I don't get used to there not being a home for everyone
When the earth belongs to no one damn it
It belongs to those who were born, grew up, lived and worked on it
I don't get used to having to pay to be buried ah!
We are, so they can lock us up
I don't get used to your demagogy
Your trap, your lie
The best actors come together in politics
I don't get used to living without sun
I don't get used to living without sun
And wherever I take a nap
I throw a party but don't come near me
Because I don't get used to false appearances
And I can hit you with an open hand
I don't get used to being given orders
Order against order, disorder
Disordering my life, I find the order I didn't have
And I walk forward
My path is not drawn on the road
It has no traces, it goes through the countryside
Goes through the countryside, goes through the countryside
My path is not drawn on the road
It has no traces, it goes through the countryside
Goes through the countryside, goes through the countryside
And as long as I don't get used to so much subordination
Look, it's hard for all of us to know how to say this and not
To so much bad phono, to so much lack of communication between you and me
Between you and me
I don't get used to not seeing that the power is in our hands
But we close our eyes
And suck on the poisoned candy they give us, no, no, no
I don't get used to so much shit in the fields
So many sons of bitches from the pot sucking
Sticking their noses in another feeder
While they have theirs completely full
I don't get used to so much, I don't get used to so much
I don't get used to so much, to so many vertical dead
My path is not drawn on the road
It has no traces, it goes through the countryside
Goes through the countryside, goes through the countryside
Escrita por: María de Las Nieves Rebolledo Vila