Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pégamelo a mí, artist - Def Con Dos. Album song España es idiota, in the genre Хард-рок
Date of issue: 04.02.2013
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Pégamelo a mí(original) |
Nunca quisimos parecernos a ellos |
Y funcionar pisando cuellos |
Nos negamos a rendir este barco |
Si hay que hundirse lo haremos luchando |
Todos esos ideales, aquellos grandes planes |
Que para no amilanarte |
Y a volver a mirar al frente, allí donde nadie mira |
Jugando limpiamente en el tablero de la vida |
Todas esas ilusiones, brillos y emociones |
Hoy no son más que un recuerdo del que fuiste en otro tiempo |
Y aunque sobran razones para dejar la trinchera |
Ni una razón vale para verte hecho una mierda |
Y aunque sobran razones para dejar la trinchera |
Ni una razón vale para verte hecho una mierda |
Y ahora que me fijo en los grilletes que te has puesto |
Puedo percibir la frustración que llevas dentro |
Ahora que te miro bien se lo que no quiero |
Eres la medida de nuestro sometimiento |
Si te veo asiii te pego un tiro |
Si me ves así, pégamelo a mí |
Pégamelo, pégamelo a mí |
Nunca quisimos parecernos a ellos |
Y funcionar pisando cuellos |
Cuando hemos asumido que ya nada va a cambiar |
Rendimos nuestra plaza a la mezquindad |
Como crueles carceleros de nosotros mismos |
Entregamos nuestras mentes al mediocre conformismo |
Y esa cobardía, la disculpa barata, para sobredosis de a la carta |
Y ahora que me fijo en los grilletes que te has puesto |
Puedo percibir la frustración que llevas dentro |
Ahora que te miro bien se lo que no quiero |
Eres la medida de nuestro sometimiento |
Si te veo asiii te pego un tiro |
Si me ves así, pégamelo a mí |
Pégamelo, pégamelo a mí |
(translation) |
We never wanted to be like them |
And work stepping on necks |
We refuse to surrender this ship |
If we have to sink, we will do it fighting |
All those ideals, those grand plans |
What not to frighten you |
And to look forward again, where no one is looking |
Playing fair on the board of life |
All those illusions, glitters and emotions |
Today they are nothing more than a memory of what you were in another time |
And although there are plenty of reasons to leave the trench |
Not a reason is worth to see you do shit |
And although there are plenty of reasons to leave the trench |
Not a reason is worth to see you do shit |
And now that I look at the shackles you've put on |
I can sense the frustration you carry inside |
Now that I take a good look at you, I know what I don't want |
You are the measure of our submission |
If I see you like this I'll shoot you |
If you see me like this, stick it to me |
Stick it to me, stick it to me |
We never wanted to be like them |
And work stepping on necks |
When we have assumed that nothing is going to change |
We surrender our square to pettiness |
As cruel jailers of ourselves |
We give our minds to mediocre conformism |
And that cowardice, the cheap apology, for a la carte overdose |
And now that I look at the shackles you've put on |
I can sense the frustration you carry inside |
Now that I take a good look at you, I know what I don't want |
You are the measure of our submission |
If I see you like this I'll shoot you |
If you see me like this, stick it to me |
Stick it to me, stick it to me |