Translation of the song lyrics Los Traidores - Ekhymosis

Los Traidores (original)

No estoy mal al creer que no soy
Cuando miro a tus ojos y me quieres matar
Me lastimas, me humillas, me pones camilla
Me usas como si fuera un raton de oficina
Peste, guerra, raza que orina la sangre del
Sudor que nos cuesta la vida, la fama no es
Mas, el dinero no es mas, el poder no es
Mas que una pura basura
En mi mano arde lo que no se come
En mi mano arde lo que no está bien
Mírate de frente a ver que es lo que has hecho
Mírate de frente o guarda silencio
Traigo historia, traigo dolor, un costal
De cadenas que no puede cargar, indiferencia
Violencia, abusos de fe, lastima mi hermano
Lastima mi mujer, carteles de héroes
Que muertos están, traficando pobres almas
En el tunel de umbral, no te salvas si te quedas
No te salvas si te vas no me jodas mas
La… fucking Vida
En mi mano arde lo que no se come
En mi mano arde lo que no está bien
Mírate de frente a ver que es lo que has hecho
Mírate de frente o guarda silencio
Tu y yo y él hundiéndonos
Tu y yo y él odiándonos
Tu y yo y él amándonos
Tu y yo y él matándonos
En mi mano arde lo que no se come
En mi mano arde lo que no está bien
Mírate de frente a ver que es lo que has hecho
Mírate de frente o guarda silencio
Tu y yo y él hundiéndonos
Tu y yo y él odiándonos
Tu y yo y él amándonos
Tu y yo y él matándonos

Los Traidores (translation)

I am not wrong to believe that I am not
When I look into your eyes and you want to kill me
You hurt me, you humiliate me, you put me on a stretcher
You use me like I'm an office mouse
Plague, war, race that urinates the blood of the
Sweat that costs us our lives, fame is not
More, money is not more, power is not
More than just garbage
In my hand burns what is not eaten
In my hand burns what is not right
Look at yourself to see what you have done
Look at yourself or be silent
I bring history, I bring pain, a sack
Of chains that cannot carry, indifference
Violence, abuses of faith, hurt my brother
Pity my wife, hero posters
How dead they are, trafficking poor souls
In the threshold tunnel, you are not saved if you stay
You don't save yourself if you leave, don't fuck with me anymore
The… fucking Life
In my hand burns what is not eaten
In my hand burns what is not right
Look at yourself to see what you have done
Look at yourself or be silent
You and me and him sinking
You and me and him hating us
You and me and him loving each other
You and me and him killing us
In my hand burns what is not eaten
In my hand burns what is not right
Look at yourself to see what you have done
Look at yourself or be silent
You and me and him sinking
You and me and him hating us
You and me and him loving each other
You and me and him killing us