Somos
Somos la mosquita majadera
en la sopita de un gordito
megalómano virtual
Somos chiripiorca garrotera
y el granito en el culito
de un matón de red social
Chivos expiatorios del fracaso
de fantoches sin esquina
sin la luna y su verdad
Y somos el cuco de unos cuantos
que se llenan la barriga
manoseando a la bondad
manoseando a la bondad
Somos su gargara de tachuelas
su deseo reprimido
Somos blafesmia para la escuela
de borregos consentidos
Somos chabacanos despiadados
mequetrefes desaseados
máxima expresion vulgar
Pero representa un buen augurio
bien de mi habla el exabrupto
que me arroja tu moral
Perros que te muerden cuando chumban
somos gatos que se asumen
mil ratones que cazar
Locos enviados por la chusma
con una furia insoluble
sin pastillas por tomar
sin pastillas por tomar
Nunca perdimos nuestra ternura
pero también endurecimos
El estoicismo es la investidura
que por necios obtuvimos
Somos los herejes de tu cura
el camion de la basura
los guerreros de la paz
Somos el expreso a la locura
el boicot de la pabura
los verdugos del disfraz
Dulce cofradía del ocaso
calaveras que no chillan
nunca duele pernoctar
Trova de la calle y sus encantos
presos del rock maravila
que ha encendido una deidad
que ha encendido una deidad
Mientras el rock de camisa y jumper
se empicina en estropearme
yo invierto en letras contra un sistema
que promueve guerras y hambre
Somos de La Mona y Mala Fama
Calle 13, de La Nueva, de Lescano y del Leon
Diego me enseño a no hacerme drama
que el que no abre la cabeza
no le crece el corazón
Somos del puchero y el asado
del guisito en estofado
de la mesa sin mantel
Tabla y caballete sobre el pasto
en la plaza de mi barrio
vas a ver mas de un gourmete
vas a ver mas de un gourmete
Nuestro petroleo también es negro
combustiona y enriquece
Fernet con coca y algo de hielo
para el deleite de la plebe
We Are
We are the annoying little fly
in the soup of a chubby
virtual megalomaniac
We are a chaotic mess
and the grain on the butt
of a social media bully
Scapegoats of failure
of cornerless puppets
without the moon and its truth
And we are the boogeyman of a few
who fill their bellies
by manipulating kindness
by manipulating kindness
We are their mouthful of thumbtacks
their repressed desire
We are blasphemy for the school
of spoiled sheep
We are ruthless vulgarians
slovenly riffraff
vulgar expression at its peak
But it represents a good omen
the expletive of my speech
that your morality throws at me
Dogs that bite when they bark
we are cats that assume
a thousand mice to catch
Madmen sent by the mob
with an insoluble fury
without pills to take
without pills to take
We never lost our tenderness
but we also hardened
Stoicism is the robe
we obtained for being fools
We are the heretics of your cure
the garbage truck
the warriors of peace
We are the express train to madness
the boycott of fear
the executioners of disguise
Sweet brotherhood of dusk
calaveras that don't scream
it never hurts to spend the night
Street troubadour and its charms
prisoners of the marvelous rock
that has ignited a deity
that has ignited a deity
While the rock with shirt and jumper
tries to spoil me
I invest in lyrics against a system
that promotes wars and hunger
We are from La Mona and Mala Fama
Calle 13, from La Nueva, from Lescano and the Lion
Diego taught me not to make a fuss
that those who don't open their minds
don't grow their hearts
We are from stew and barbecue
from the little stew in stew
from the table without a tablecloth
Board and easel on the grass
in the square of my neighborhood
you'll see more than one gourmet
you'll see more than one gourmet
Our oil is also black
fuels and enriches
Fernet with coke and some ice
for the delight of the common people