Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dolor ajeno, artist - Def Con Dos. Album song De Poca Madre, in the genre Ню-метал
Date of issue: 16.02.1998
Record label: Dro East West
Song language: Spanish
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 |
(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 |