Translation of the song lyrics Homenaje a los locos del borda - Bersuit Vergarabat

Homenaje a los locos del borda (original)

La historia, no recordará
A esos espectros‚ que andan solos con su alma
Cabalgan‚ cabalgan‚ cabalgan en sus fantasías
Persiguen lo deseable y no se frenan con drogas inyectables
Mirando arriba esperando a alguien bajar, sin dientes
Como si la vida les quitara voracidad
El vientre tan hinchado de comer verdades
Avanzan, avanzan‚ avanzan sin popularidad
No necesitan trámites para acceder a la vida
El pueblo esta dispuesto a perdonar a un terrible asesino
Pero siempre escupirán en la cara del que piense distinto
Aunque cante a veces
Tengo la impresión de que la gente escucha las frases que acompañan su caída
Miro mi guitarra y la veo tan inútil
Me arranco la garganta y quiero gritar
Un auto es más acariciado que un hombre extraño
Me arranco la garganta y quiero gritar
Un auto es más acariciado que un hombre extraño

Homenaje a los locos del borda (translation)

History, won't remember
To those specters‚ who walk alone with their soul
They ride, they ride, they ride in their fantasies
They chase the desirable and are not stopped by injection drugs
Looking up waiting for someone to come down, no teeth
As if life took away their voracity
The belly so swollen from eating truths
They advance, they advance‚ they advance without popularity
They do not need paperwork to access life
The town is willing to forgive a terrible murderer
But they will always spit in the face of those who think differently
Although I sing sometimes
I have the impression that people listen to the phrases that accompany their fall
I look at my guitar and I see it so useless
I rip out my throat and I want to scream
A car is more caressed than a strange man
I rip out my throat and I want to scream
A car is more caressed than a strange man