Translation of the song lyrics Reality Bomb - Andrés Calamaro

Reality Bomb (original)

Vivo en un planeta dentro de otro
Me toca el sur la loma del otro
Otro idioma con las mismas palabras
Y letras y significado bueno
Depende dónde estés parado
Una cancha es familia
La alegría de un gol
¿Ves la saña de la barra?
Bravo!
La yuta es igual
O peor que en cualquier parte
Pero acá ni entre ellos la reparten
Cada tantos años vamos y votamos
O será que somos la pelota
Un médico aquí síganme
A dónde se me antoje
O sos un aburrido
En nuestro planeta no nos avivamos de nada
Será el des precio, será gilada
Será gilada
Colectivo inventado
Dulce de leche también
Idolos con pies de barro
Fanáticos que embarran
A quién supuestamente aman
Teles que maldicen por igual
Cocaína y reforma laboral
Cocaína y reforma laboral
Show me your shit
Un amigo que esta loco
Dice que su papá
Que es piloto, tiró gente al río
Al río de la plata
Desde sus aviones a montones
Y hay una escuela en libertadores
A quién se le ocurre
Un militar, un torturador
Un marino con honor
Ya estamos cerca de él
Algo habrá hecho
Me da lastima lacaro pero
Hablaban algo raro
Ay país
Algo habrá hecho al país
Te vi, te vi, te vi
Ay país, ay país
Blow me, blow me
Aquí me pongo a cantar
Al compás de la vigüela
Al hombre que lo desvela
Una pena extraordinaria
Como ave solitaria se consuela
Everybody is gonna died
Purple haze
Show me your shit

Reality Bomb (translation)

I live on a planet inside another
I touch the south the hill of the other
Another language with the same words
and lyrics and meaning good
Depends where you stand
A field is family
The joy of a goal
Do you see the fury of the bar?
Bravo!
yuta is the same
Or worse than anywhere
But here they don't even share it among themselves
Every few years we go and vote
Or is it that we are the ball
A doctor here follow me
where I want
Or are you boring
On our planet we do not get excited about anything
It will be the dis price, it will be gilada
It will be gilada
invented collective
Dulce de leche too
idols with feet of clay
muddy fans
who they supposedly love
TVs that curse alike
Cocaine and labor reform
Cocaine and labor reform
show me your shit
A friend who is crazy
He says that his dad
That he is a pilot, he threw people into the river
to the silver river
From their planes galore
And there is a school in Libertadores
Who would think
A military man, a torturer
A sailor with honor
We are already close to him
something will have done
I pity lacaro but
They spoke something strange
Oh country
Something will have done to the country
I saw you, I saw you, I saw you
Oh country, oh country
blow me blow me
Here I start to sing
To the beat of the vigüela
To the man who reveals it
an extraordinary sorrow
Like a lonely bird it consoles itself
Everybody is gonena died
purple-haze
show me your shit