Translation of the song lyrics Todos - Alberto Cortez

Todos (original)

Hay un modo de subirnos a la acera
Aburridos ya de estar siempre en la calle,
Pero todos escondemos la escalera
Seducidos por la idea de llegar antes que nadie.
En lugar de hacer andamios rebuscamos
La manera de subir por la tangente;
Lo importante es arribar, aunque tengamos
Que pisar, si es necesario, la cabeza de la gente.
Todos, somos responsables… todos
De buscar un acomodo para llegar.
Todos, somos responsables… todos
Que llevamos en los codos la honestidad
Revestida con tocado de inocencia
Por si acaso no remuerde la conciencia.
Todos, somos responsables… todos
De falsearnos de algn modo la realidad.
Todos, somos responsables… todos
De aplicarle mil apodos a la verdad.
Tamizada por inslitos matices,
Bien nos da la sensacin de ser felices.
Sospechamos un futuro luminoso
Y enseguida pretendemos disfrutarlo:
Empezamos a vender la pie del oso
Sin saber a ciencia cierta, cmo hacer para cazarlo.
Confesamos penitentes los pecados
Ante Dios, arrepentidos de rodillas
Y tan pronto nos sabemos perdonados
Continuamos como siempre repartiendo zancadillas.
Todos, somos responsables… todos
Dando de comer al lobo por inters.
Todos, somos responsables… todos
Cometiendo sobre todo la insensatez
De no ver que mientras come en nuestra mesa
Insaciable nos vigila la cabeza.
Todos, somos responsables… todos
De falsearnos entre todos la realidad.
Todos, somos responsables… todos
De ponerle mil apodos a la verdad.
Tamizada con inslitos matices
Para dar la sensacin de ser felices.

(translation)

Is there a way to get on the sidewalk
Bored of always being on the street,
But we all hide the ladder
Seduced by the idea of ​​arriving before anyone else.
Instead of making scaffolding we search
The way to go up on a tangent;
The important thing is to arrive, even if we have
To step on, if necessary, the heads of the people.
Everyone, we are responsible… everyone
From looking for an accommodation to arrive.
Everyone, we are responsible… everyone
That we carry honesty on our elbows
Clothed with headdress of innocence
Just in case he doesn't prick his conscience.
Everyone, we are responsible… everyone
Of distorting reality in some way.
Everyone, we are responsible… everyone
Of applying a thousand nicknames to the truth.
Sifted by unusual nuances,
Well it gives us the feeling of being happy.
We suspect a bright future
And right away we intend to enjoy it:
We started selling the bear's foot
Without knowing for sure, how to hunt it down.
We penitently confess our sins
Before God, repentant on our knees
And as soon as we know we are forgiven
We continue as always distributing trips.
Everyone, we are responsible… everyone
Feeding the wolf for interest.
Everyone, we are responsible… everyone
Committing above all foolishness
Of not seeing that while eating at our table
Insatiable watches over our head.
Everyone, we are responsible… everyone
To falsify reality among all of us.
Everyone, we are responsible… everyone
To give a thousand nicknames to the truth.
Sifted with unusual nuances
To give the feeling of being happy.