Translation of the song lyrics Madera de colleja - Celtas Cortos

Madera de colleja (original)

¡¡Vamos huevón, que te comen la merienda!
Hay un tío en esta ciudad
Que no sabe que viento le da
En el mundo está por estar
Y no piensa ni quiere opinar
Es el típico sosazo
Al que da pena mirar
No es que es tímido
Es que es bobo
Y todo miedo le da
Si le comen la merienda
No se atreve a protestar
Es tan dócil y tan bueno
Que solo va con mamá
Espabila ya, no seas vegetal
Esta vida es para guarrachar
En tu mano esta y con los demás
Te comes el mundo para merendar!
Hay un tio en esta ciudad
Que no sabe que viento le da
En el mundo está por estar
Y no piensa ni quiere opinar
Cuando estás con otra gente
De ti nunca sale nada
Eres tan seto y mas muermo
Que una encíclica del Papa
A collejas bien te han puesto
Con esa cara pasmao
Si no espabilas un poco
Mas collejas te caerán
Espabila ya, no seas vegetal
Esta vida es para guarrachar
En tu mano esta y con los demás
Te comes el mundo para merendar!
Hay un tio en esta ciudad
Que no sabe que viento le da
En el mundo está por estar
Y no piensa ni quiere opina
Si en la noche va con chicas padece del corazón
Porque piensa que es delito disfrutar en un tú y yo
Es madera de colleja, es la carne de cañón
Que desperdicia su vida encerrao en su habitación

(translation)

Come on dude, they'll eat your snack!
There's a guy in this town
That he does not know what wind gives him
in the world is about to be
And he does not think or want to comment
It is the typical sosazo
Who is painful to look at
It's not that he's shy
is that he is stupid
And all fear gives him
If they eat the snack
He dare not protest
He is so docile and so good
That he only goes with mom
Wake up now, don't be a vegetable
This life is for dirty
It is in your hand and with the others
You eat the world for a snack!
There's a guy in this town
That he does not know what wind gives him
in the world is about to be
And he does not think or want to comment
when you're with other people
Nothing ever comes out of you
You are so hedge and more glander
That an encyclical of the Pope
They have put you on collejas well
with that stunned face
If you don't shake it up a bit
More collejas will fall
Wake up now, don't be a vegetable
This life is for dirty
It is in your hand and with the others
You eat the world for a snack!
There's a guy in this town
That he does not know what wind gives him
in the world is about to be
And he doesn't think or want to think
If at night he goes with girls he suffers from the heart
Because he thinks it's a crime to enjoy a you and me
It is the wood of the colleja, it is the meat of the cannon
who wastes his life on him locked in his room