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Date of issue: 01.12.2008
Song language: Spanish
3000 (con Ikah)(original) |
Respiran todos, se cae la luna |
Y es todo lo que hay |
Queda tan solo, la extensa duna |
Que es todo lo que hay |
Piso las cenizas de ciudades destruidas por el fuego |
Mi huella queda igual que yo me quedo |
Disparo mi mirada hacia ese humo en lo que queda de edificio |
El sacrificio pienso un mal indicio |
Todos los que vagan son heridos |
Disparos en el aire son sonidos, y veo lo sucedido |
El fin de nuestra estirpe por el odio, por dinero o por envidia |
Casualmente me muero en la desidia |
De no querer, solo estar en cuerpo y alma con el caos |
Mueren en su blues mientras se esconden agachaos |
Silban los balines y los cines son trincheras |
Que a partir de ahora ya nunca creerán en la ficción |
Existe solo acción |
El gris de las paredes en las calles no se torna por color |
Los cuerpos dan olor |
Y mientras alguien danza su locura y solo piensa en qué es mejor |
Yo escupo sangre sobre sangre |
Pierdo los sentidos por el hambre, lluvias de calambre |
Y rayos de los postes que hacen llamadas perdidas |
Que nadie esperará en el otro lado de la línea |
Respiran todos, se cae la luna |
Y es todo lo que hay |
Queda tan solo, la extensa duna |
Que es todo lo que hay |
Son los enemigos de lo ajeno |
Luchan por tu hambre y su terreno |
En este gris infierno |
Ya no existe el sol y lo veneran los que creen en el futuro |
Aunque es un triste augurio |
No hay respuesta a la llamada del grito |
Mercenarios se arrepienten y lloran por su delito |
Huele a democracia mutilada |
Los reyes ni respiran |
Duermen para siempre en la neblina |
Cae en ese enero que promete ser el último |
Hace más austero el sentimiento hacia algo puro |
Son últimas gotas de esa lluvia radioactiva |
Sobre caras que lloraban esa pérdida nefasta |
Cuesta transmitir que todo es tan oscuro y tenue |
Que mañana no se sabe si estaremos, grito ¡basta! |
Todos siguen ese caos |
La noche no me ayuda a comprender lo que ha pasa’o |
Solo polvorientos rostros miran hacia a’lante |
Burlan esqueletos de vehículos volcados ardientes |
Ya no niños que lloren, solo hay hombres |
Caer en el 3000 y ven el fin desde este borde |
Respiran todos, se cae la luna |
Y es todo lo que hay |
Queda tan solo, la extensa duna |
Que es todo lo que hay |
Hay gritos conscientes |
Hay miedos latentes |
Hay poco humano entre tanta gente |
Y caen supervivientes |
Hijos de padres que no nacieron |
Que se creyeron ser reyes |
Desde su propio agujero |
Nos arrancamos la vida a tiras |
Nos deslizamos por esta mentira |
Dueños de un nada, el presente |
Nos extirpamos el alma consciente |
Respiran todos, se cae la luna |
Y es todo lo que hay |
Queda tan solo, la extensa duna |
Que es todo lo que hay |
(translation) |
Everyone breathes, the moon falls |
And it's all there is |
It remains only, the extensive dune |
What is all there is |
I tread the ashes of cities destroyed by fire |
My footprint remains the same as I stay |
I shoot my gaze at that smoke in what's left of the building |
The sacrifice I think a bad sign |
All who wander are hurt |
Gunshots in the air are sounds, and I see what happened |
The end of our lineage for hate, for money or for envy |
I casually die in laziness |
If you don't want to, just be body and soul with the chaos |
They die in their blues as they hide crouch |
The Balinese whistle and the cinemas are trenches |
That from now on they will never believe in fiction |
There is only action |
The gray of the walls in the streets does not turn by color |
bodies smell |
And while someone dances his madness about him and only thinks about what is better |
I spit blood on blood |
I lose my senses from hunger, cramp rains |
And lightning from the poles making missed calls |
That no one will wait on the other side of the line |
Everyone breathes, the moon falls |
And it's all there is |
It remains only, the extensive dune |
What is all there is |
They are the enemies of the alien |
They fight for your hunger and their land |
In this gray hell |
The sun no longer exists and is venerated by those who believe in the future |
Although it is a sad omen |
There's no answer to the scream's call |
Mercenaries repent and cry for their crime |
It smells like mutilated democracy |
Kings don't even breathe |
They sleep forever in the haze |
It falls in that January that promises to be the last |
It makes the feeling towards something pure more austere |
They are last drops of that radioactive fallout |
About faces that mourned that dire loss |
It's hard to convey that everything is so dark and dim |
That tomorrow it is not known if we will be there, I shout enough! |
Everyone follows that chaos |
The night does not help me to understand what has happened |
Only dusty faces look ahead |
Taunt burning overturned vehicle skeletons |
No longer crying children, there are only men |
Fall into the 3000 and see the end from this edge |
Everyone breathes, the moon falls |
And it's all there is |
It remains only, the extensive dune |
What is all there is |
There are conscious screams |
There are latent fears |
There is little human among so many people |
And survivors fall |
Children of parents who were not born |
who thought they were kings |
From his own hole |
We tear our lives to shreds |
We slip down this lie |
Owners of a nothing, the present |
We excised our conscious soul |
Everyone breathes, the moon falls |
And it's all there is |
It remains only, the extensive dune |
What is all there is |