Translation of the song lyrics Dolor ajeno - Def Con Dos

Dolor ajeno (original)

Piel quemada, hierros afilados
En el tostador se chamusca una mano
Esposas, grilletes y mordazas
Espasmos sangrientos con cada descarga
El perro famélico, ya no ladra
El pájaro ha muerto de sed en su jaula
Un cuerpo podrido, un virus que mata
Heridas con moscas que nadie espanta
Dolor, dolor ajeno, y yo en mi casa, no se de que me quejo
Sangre coagulada en la escombrera, ropa hecha jirones
Unas gafas rotas, y un pedrusco triturando la cabeza
Gritos silenciados por el descampado
Historias do horror cotidiano
Que suceden en los puntos cotidianos del casco urbano, nunca hay testigos
Llora la familia, lloran los amigos
Dolor, dolor ajeno, y yo en mi casa, no se de que me quejo
Hutus contra tutsis, tutsis contra hutus
Entnia, machete, machaque, orgullo
Me das, te doy, me muero, te mato
Y siempre acaban ganando los gusanos
Rios desbordados anegan chabolas
Aludes de barro sepultan poblados
Los indios masacrados, el preso se ahoraca
El niño que sonria con semen en la boca
Dolor, dolor ajeno, y yo en mi casa, no sé de que me quejo

Dolor ajeno (translation)

Burnt skin, sharp irons
In the toaster a hand is singed
Handcuffs, shackles and gags
Bloody spasms with every shock
The starving dog no longer barks
The bird has died of thirst in its cage
A rotten body, a virus that kills
Wounds with flies that nobody scares away
Pain, other people's pain, and I at home, I don't know what I'm complaining about
Clotted blood in the dump, tattered clothes
Some broken glasses, and a rock crushing the head
Screams silenced by the wasteland
Everyday horror stories
What happens in the daily points of the urban area, there are never any witnesses
The family cries, the friends cry
Pain, other people's pain, and I at home, I don't know what I'm complaining about
Hutus against Tutsis, Tutsis against Hutus
Entnia, machete, crush, pride
You give me, I give you, I die, I kill you
And the worms always win
Overflowing rivers flood shanties
Mudslides engulf villages
The Indians massacred, the prisoner hangs himself
The boy who smiles with semen in his mouth
Pain, other people's pain, and I at home, I don't know what I'm complaining about