Lyrics of Borracho Drunk Steady Beer - Panteón Rococó

Borracho Drunk Steady Beer (original)

Con el ego muy arriba
Y la conciencia por los suelos
A 30 años la historia parece hacer memoria
Mientras el pueblo observa indiferente
Que en todos lados matan a su gente
Y tu sentado aqui oyendo esta cancion
Dime que haces para salvar a la nacion
Solo una bala lo ha alcanzado, le destrozo el corazon
Tantas historias que se han contado, de todas no se entero
Al otro dia no se hablo nada, todo el mundo cayo
Pistola en mano y una metralla, y aqui nada paso
(coro) Pobre de el pobre de ella, la bala los separo
Y ahora el vive feliz en una estrella
Donde no hay represion
Pobre de el pobre de ella
El cielo se sacudio
Y ahora el vive feliz en una estrella
Donde no hay represion
Y hoy su madre sigue acudiendo, al lugar donde el partio
Es 2 de octubre y esta lloviendo, a ella no le importo
Cuando en el alma se trae la lucha, como a el le sucedio
No importa que cortes cartucho, si aqui nada paso
(coro)
A ahora el te pide
Que junto a el siguas luchando
Por acabar con la injusticia en este pais
Por que a tus raices ya nunca las dejes ir
Ayudes a tu hermano a no sucumbir
Y no dejes que esta tierra se nos vaya a hundir
A ahora el te ruega
Que por la causa en la que el murio
Por amor por dolor
Ayudes a tu hermano a no morir
Enseñes al compatriota a compartir
Acudas ya con tu pueblo a combatir
Y enseñes a los niños a sonreir

(translation)

With the ego very high
And the conscience on the ground
After 30 years, history seems to remember
While the people watch indifferently
That everywhere they kill their people
And you sitting here listening to this song
Tell me what you do to save the nation
Only one bullet has reached him, it destroyed his heart
So many stories that have been told, I don't know about all of them
The next day nothing was said, everyone fell
Gun in hand and a shrapnel, and here nothing happened
(chorus) Poor man poor her, the bullet separated them
And now he lives happily on a star
where there is no repression
Poor him poor her
the sky shook
And now he lives happily on a star
where there is no repression
And today his mother continues to go to the place where he left
It's October 2nd and it's raining, she doesn't care
When the fight is brought to the soul, as it happened to him
It doesn't matter if you cut the cartridge, if nothing happened here
(chorus)
Now he asks you
That together with him you keep fighting
For ending injustice in this country
Because you never let go of your roots
Help your brother not to succumb
And don't let this land sink us
now he begs you
That for the cause in which he died
for love for pain
Help your brother not to die
Teach the compatriot to share
Go now with your people to fight
And teach the children to smile