Lyrics of El Señor - La Vela Puerca

El Señor (original)

La última joda la paga el señor
Que le divierten las penas ajenas de hoy
La última moda la impone el señor
Marcándome la tendencia, demencia de hoy
Él tiene todo lo que hoy precisás
Y los infantes se parten el alma por más
Él te cautiva, mostrando a su Dios
Que no es el tuyo, pero juega para los dos
La última vida la pide el señor
Y te perdona lo malo de tu corazón
La última miga la roba el señor
Alimentando su rabia y su falta de amor
Esa clientela, de ciega, se da
Y va tragando la mierda de toda cuidad
Ese aparato te invita a morir
Y te reduce a lo simple de nunca sufrir
Y es así: o te rebelás o te consumís
Cerrando los ojos no sirve aplaudir
La hora del miedo parece llegar
Y aquí, no vale pensar
Y cuándo quieras soñar sólo habrá pesadillas
O cuándo quieras volar, quedarás de rodillas
Ese camino te exige mentir
O te reduce a lo triste de sobrevivir
Esa montaña se va a derrumbar
Encima de todo aquél que te quiera dañar
Y es así: o te rebelás o te consumís
Cerrando los ojos no sirve aplaudir
La hora del miedo parece llegar
Y aquí, no vale pensar

(translation)

The last fuck is paid by the lord
That today's other people's sorrows amuse him
The latest fashion is imposed by Mr.
Setting the trend, today's dementia
He has everything you need today
And the infants break their souls for more
He captivates you, showing his God his
That he is not yours, but he plays for both
The last life is requested by the Lord
And he forgives you the evil of your heart
The last crumb is stolen by the Lord
Feeding her anger at him and his lack of love
That clientele, blind, is given
And it's swallowing the shit of the whole city
That device invites you to die
And it reduces you to the simple of never suffering
And it is like this: either you rebel or you consume yourself
Closing your eyes is no use clapping
The hour of fear seems to come
And here, it is not worth thinking
And when you want to dream there will only be nightmares
Or when you want to fly, you'll be on your knees
That path requires you to lie
Or it reduces you to the sadness of surviving
That mountain is going to collapse
Above all those who want to harm you
And it is like this: either you rebel or you consume yourself
Closing your eyes is no use clapping
The hour of fear seems to come
And here, it is not worth thinking