Co Xenio Destrozado
Parece que isto está moi morto
Que non habita en min ninguén
Que me mirou de lado un torto
Que superei os límites
Que mañá non o hei ver distinto
Nin direi outra vez será
Que nin che importa nin che minto
E se me mintes éme igual.
Unha vez quixen sen motivos
Sen a menor das condicións
Coa independencia dos esquivos
E a lealdade das lexións
Supediteime e soltei lastre
E vinme a cen metros de min
E superei aquel desastre
Pero ante todo comprendín.
Que eu nin podo nin quero nin debo
Volverme fiar
Da cultura da media verdade, da estafa
Legal.
Que eu xa corto e deserto e me aparto de
Toda moral
Que aprendín moito máis cuestionando o
Saber popular.
E xa virán tempos mellores
Que non choviu sen escampar
E só tes risas se tes dores
E non hai loita que librar
Que sempre houbo ricos e pobres
E as pulgas a can fraco van
Que a moito ruído, poucas noces
E onde hai fume o lume está.
E hai que gardar sempre das risas
Que non se mama sen chorar
Que non se pode estar na misa
E ir para fóra repicar
Que o tolo vai onde van todos
Vicente vai no pack tamén
E sempre andamos un por outro
E a puta casa sen varrer.
Que as nenas xogan con bonecas
E os rapaciños con balón
E a min sacábamas da caixa
O meu veciño juan ramón
Que o ateísmo é satanismo
Porque algo máis terá que haber
E viva o individualismo
E o santo cu de cada quen.
Que os homes son coma o bo viño
Que sempre tende a ir a mellor
E eu coñezo algún pobriño
Que xa onde vai que se picou.
E que se os extremos son malos
E as medias tintas son xeniais
E eu co xenio destrozado
E eles a destrozarmo máis
With a Shattered Genius
It seems that this is very dead
That no one lives in me
That someone looked at me sideways
That I exceeded the limits
That tomorrow I won't see it differently
Nor will I say it will be different
That neither matters to you nor do I lie to you
And if you lie to me, it's the same.
Once I wanted without reasons
Without the slightest conditions
With the independence of the elusive
And the loyalty of the legions
I submitted and let go of ballast
And I saw myself a hundred meters from me
And I overcame that disaster
But above all, I understood.
That I can't, don't want to, nor should
Trust again
The culture of half-truth, of the legal
Scam.
That I already cut off and deserted and moved away from
All morality
That I learned much more by questioning the
Popular knowledge.
And better times will come
That it didn't rain without stopping
And you only have laughter if you have pains
And there's no fight to fight
That there have always been rich and poor
And fleas go to the weak dog
That much noise, few nuts
And where there's smoke, there's fire.
And you must always keep in mind from laughter
That you don't suckle without crying
That you can't be at mass
And go outside to ring the bell
That the fool goes where everyone goes
Vincent goes in the pack too
And we always look out for each other
And the damn house without sweeping.
That girls play with dolls
And boys with a ball
And I used to take out of the box
My neighbor Juan Ramón
That atheism is satanism
Because there must be something else
And long live individualism
And each one's holy ass.
That men are like good wine
That always tends to get better
And I know some poor guy
Who already got into trouble wherever he went.
And that if extremes are bad
And half measures are great
And I with a shattered genius
And they destroying me more