Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dolor ajeno , by - Def Con Dos. Song from the album De Poca Madre, in the genre Ню-металRelease date: 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 |