Lyrics of Mundo de Piedra - Canserbero

Mundo de Piedra (original)

Your heart is made of stone
My heart is made of stone
We all live in a stone world
My heart is made of stone
Your heart is made of stone
We all live in a stone world
Es, 3 de abril a las 2 de la mañana
Carlos debe patrullar de noche toda la semana
Tiene un hijo que ama y una esposa que finge quererla
Los tres viven en un mundo de piedra
Se viste y se va en su patrulla policíaca
A lucir su placa y matracará a todo el que pasa
Una hora pasa y consigue juntá' una paca
Que seguramente gastará con putas en la tasca
Se hacen las tres y cuarto, Carlos acelera el paso
Pasa por una esquina y escucha a un muchacho gritando
Lo estaban asaltando, él solo echa un corto vistazo
Sin embargo no hizo caso y siguió manejando
Rumbo al burdel de siempre se dirigía
Y mientras conducía nota que un taxi de cerca lo seguía
«Han de ser vainas mías», dijo mientras sonreía
Al llegar pagó por la mejor prostituta que había
Una rubia de infarto, la mete para el cuarto
Entre sus piernas prueba el tacto y comienza el acto
Pero menos de un minuto escucha unos pasos entrar y…
Murió Carlos ipso facto
Your heart is made of stone
My heart is made of stone
We all live in a stone world
My heart is made of stone
Your heart is made of stone
We all live in a stone world
Es, 3 de abril, 15 para las 2 de la mañana
Es la noche de la esposa de Carlos, al que le prepara
Algo de comer y deja su ropa planchada
Media hora después él se va luego del beso sin ganas
Comienza el drama, los celos, la paranoia casi
«Siga despacio a esa patrulla» ella dijo al taxi
Una hora estuvieron buscándolo con sigilo
Luego siguiéndolo con dirección hacia un prostíbulo
Acto seguido suena su teléfono
Era su hijo al que le dijo «ahora no puedo» y le colgó
No pudo hablar por la ira de saber lo que vería
Llegó, entró y preguntó por Carlos el policía
Pagó lo que tenía por la llave que abriría el cerrojo
Además dijo se uniría en orgía con su esposo
Abrió y de inmediato, ciega por el enojo
Del bolso sacó un arma y… a Carlos entre sus ojos
Your heart is made of stone
My heart is made of stone
We all live in a stone world
My heart is made of stone
Your heart is made of stone
We all live in a stone world
Es, 3 de abril, 2:30 de la mañana
Hora en que comienza la noche del hijo que en su almohada
Esconde la marihuana que fuma siempre
Se despierta y se da cuenta de que en su casa no hay gente
Así que llama al que le vende y cuadra un trueque
A las tres y cuarto en la esquina han de verse para abastecerse
El joven llega puntualmente y de repente
Siente un cañón en su frente del jíbaro que trampa le tiende
Le dice «dame la cartera, el reloj y las prendas»
Cuando ve que pasa una patrulla en plena contienda
Era el padre del joven que sigue de largo
Mientras jíbaro le suelta disparos al pecho y a la pierna
Solamente el teléfono logra esconder
Y llama a su madre para que lo vaya a socorrer
Pero al atender, fue lo último que escuchó
La voz de ella diciendo «no puedo», y le colgó
My heart is made of stone
Your heart is made of stone
We all live in a stone world
My heart is made of stone
Your heart is made of stone
We all live in a stone world
«Un funcionario de la policía nacional identificado como Carlos Camacaro de 46
años de edad fue asesinado por su esposa, la ciudadana María Hernández De
Camacaro, en un reconocido local nocturno de la ciudad de Caracas.
La mujer de 43 años de edad se encuentra a la orden de la fiscalía
En otras noticias un joven de 17 años fue hallado sin vida esta madrugada en la
Parroquia de Antímano.
El joven fue encontrado sin sus pertenencias,
sin embargo las autoridades no descartan el ajuste de cuentas
Continuando con las informaciones, el país se hunde en la mierda mientras las
autoridades no hacen nada al respecto, y la sociedad se pierde en una
indetenible decadencia de valores"

(translation)

Your heart is made of stone
My heart is made of stone
We all live in a stone world
My heart is made of stone
Your heart is made of stone
We all live in a stone world
It is, April 3 at 2 in the morning
Carlos must patrol at night all week
He has a son he loves and a wife who pretends to love her.
The three live in a world of stone
He gets dressed and goes in his police car
To show off his badge and he will rattle everyone who passes
An hour passes and get together a bale
That he will surely spend with whores in the tavern
It's quarter past three, Carlos quickens his pace
He goes around a corner and hears a boy yelling
He was being mugged, he just takes a short look
However, he ignored it and continued driving.
Heading for the brothel he always headed
And while he was driving he noticed that a nearby taxi was following him
"They must be my pods," he said while smiling
Upon arrival he paid for the best prostitute he had
A blonde with a heart attack, puts her in the room
Between her legs he tries the touch and the act begins
But less than a minute he hears footsteps enter and…
Carlos died ipso facto
Your heart is made of stone
My heart is made of stone
We all live in a stone world
My heart is made of stone
Your heart is made of stone
We all live in a stone world
It is, April 3, 15 to 2 in the morning
It is the night of Carlos's wife, for whom he prepares
Something to eat and leave your clothes ironed
Half an hour later he leaves after the kiss without desire
The drama begins, the jealousy, the paranoia almost
"Follow that patrol slowly" she said to the taxi
An hour they were looking for him with stealth
Then following him in the direction of a brothel
Then his phone rings
It was her son to whom she said "I can't now" and hung up
He couldn't speak for the anger of knowing what he would see
She arrived, entered and asked for Carlos the policeman
He paid what he had for the key that would open the lock
She also said she would join in an orgy with her husband
She opened it and immediately, blinded by anger
From the bag she took out a gun and… Carlos between her eyes
Your heart is made of stone
My heart is made of stone
We all live in a stone world
My heart is made of stone
Your heart is made of stone
We all live in a stone world
It is, April 3, 2:30 in the morning
Time that the night of the son begins that on his pillow
Hide the marijuana that you always smoke
He wakes up and realizes that there are no people in his house.
So she calls the one who sells her and settles a barter
At a quarter past three on the corner they have to meet to stock up
The young man arrives punctually and suddenly
He feels a cannon on his forehead from the jíbaro who traps him
He tells her "give me the wallet, the watch and the clothes"
When he sees a patrol pass by in the middle of the fight
He was the father of the young man who follows long
While jíbaro fires shots at his chest and leg
Only the phone manages to hide
And he calls his mother to help him
But when he attended, it was the last thing he heard
Her voice saying "I can't" and he hung up on her
My heart is made of stone
Your heart is made of stone
We all live in a stone world
My heart is made of stone
Your heart is made of stone
We all live in a stone world
“A national police official identified as Carlos Camacaro, 46
years old he was murdered by his wife, citizen María Hernández De
Camacaro, in a renowned nightclub in the city of Caracas.
The 43-year-old woman is under the order of the prosecution
In other news, a 17-year-old boy was found dead this morning in the
Antimano Parish.
The young man was found without his belongings,
however, the authorities do not rule out the adjustment of accounts
Continuing with the information, the country sinks into shit while the
authorities do nothing about it, and society is lost in a
unstoppable decline of values"