Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Que no te cojan, artist - Def Con Dos. Album song Ultramemia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.02.1996
Record label: Dro East West
Song language: Spanish
Que no te cojan(original) |
Eres un canijo pero sabes ya |
Que a la vida da asco verla |
Y que todo lo que te han contado |
Y todas las mentiras que te ha hecho tragar |
En el colegio el señor maestro |
Sólo han servido para que ahora sepas |
Que ésto es un camelo |
Pura y simple tomadura de pelo |
Porque ahora el pasado, por arte de magia |
Tiene vida propia y va cambiando |
Según convenga alterar biografías |
En la enciclopedia, limpiando con Zotal |
Para que no huelan los hechos |
Que nunca es bueno que la gente sepa |
Porque reyes y presidentes son |
Y serán por siempre |
Grandes figuras incuestionables |
Ante quienes hay que doblar el espinazo |
Dar taconazo, besar su mano |
Honrar su sable y que Dios les salve |
Por éso nunca conviene olvidarse |
De nadie y hacer memoria |
E intentar averiguar la verdadera historia |
Y cuanto más arriba y más atrás |
Mira y verás cómo te sorprende |
El poco disimulo con que todo el mundo |
Cambia de chaqueta, corbata, gabardina |
O chandal, pero nunca de gallumbos |
Y todos a una pisándote la chepa |
Arrampla, trinca, malversa |
Que siga el pasodoble, la juerga flamenca |
Y grita con ellos: «Vivan las caenas» |
Rompe ya tu silencio |
Dale duro al que te dió primero |
Únete a la disidencia, piensa y que no te cojan |
Que no te cojan |
Eres un canijo pero sabes ya |
Que a la vida da asco verla |
Y que estás padeciendo una náusea constante |
De tragarte siempre los mismos fraudes |
Y girar, sin parar |
Encima de un pedrusco que ha dado ya |
Demasiadas vueltas, demasiadas veces |
En el mismo sitio y sobre un mismo eje |
Y ya lo has comprobado |
A cada tropiezo le sigue un palo |
Nada sirve para nada |
El príncipe nunca se convierte en rana |
Y una y otra vez se pone en marcha |
La misma manivela que mueve el engranaje |
Y trocea en estaciones, de lunes a viernes |
Domingos y festivos, el tiempo que te queda |
Para verlas venir e intentar discernir |
Entre tanta morralla que ya les vale |
De cuentos chinos y embustes oficiales |
Punto final y mucho cuidadito |
Con hacer recordar quien fuera |
El delfín del anciano general |
Aunque ya da igual |
Porque hoy los supuestos contestatarios |
Viven también de las arcas del estado |
Rompe ya tu silencio |
Dale duro al que te dió primero |
Únete a la disidencia, piensa y que no te cojan |
Que no te cojan |
Eres un canijo pero sabes ya |
Que a la vida da asco verla |
Pero ésto es lo que hay y éso es lo que pasa |
Si no quieres caldo toma siete tazas |
Y todos a una pisándote la chepa |
Arrampla, trinca, malversa |
Que siga el pasodoble, la juerga flamenca |
Y grita con ellos: «Vivan las caenas» |
Rompe ya tu silencio |
Dale duro al que te dió primero |
Únete a la disidencia, piensa y que no te cojan |
Que no, que no |
Que no te cojan |
(translation) |
You are a puny but you already know |
That life is disgusting to see |
And that everything they have told you |
And all the lies that she's made you swallow |
In the school the teacher |
They have only served so that now you know |
That this is a camelo |
Pure and simple tease |
Because now the past, by magic |
It has a life of its own and it is changing |
As appropriate to alter biographies |
In the encyclopedia, cleaning with Zotal |
So they don't smell the facts |
That it's never good for people to know |
Because kings and presidents are |
And they will be forever |
Unquestionable great figures |
To whom you have to bend your spine |
Give heel, kiss his hand |
Honor their saber and may God save them |
That's why you should never forget |
From no one and remember |
And try to find out the real story |
And the higher and further back |
Look and you will see how it surprises you |
The little dissimulation with which everyone |
Change your jacket, tie, trench coat |
Or tracksuit, but never gallumbos |
And all together stepping on your hump |
Arrampla, lashing, embezzlement |
Let the double step continue, the flamenco spree |
And he shouts with them: «Long live the caenas» |
Break your silence now |
Hit the one who hit you first |
Join the dissidence, think and don't get caught |
don't get caught |
You are a puny but you already know |
That life is disgusting to see |
And that you're suffering from constant nausea |
Of always swallowing the same frauds |
And spin, endlessly |
On top of a boulder that he has already given |
Too many turns, too many times |
In the same place and on the same axis |
And you've already checked |
Every stumble is followed by a stick |
nothing is useless |
The prince never turns into a frog |
And over and over he sets off |
The same crank that moves the gear |
And cut into seasons, from Monday to Friday |
Sundays and holidays, the time you have left |
To see them coming and try to discern |
Among so much trash that is worth it |
Chinese tales and official lies |
Final point and be very careful |
With making remember who was |
The Elder General's Dauphin |
Although it doesn't matter |
Because today the alleged protesters |
They also live from the coffers of the state |
Break your silence now |
Hit the one who hit you first |
Join the dissidence, think and don't get caught |
don't get caught |
You are a puny but you already know |
That life is disgusting to see |
But this is what it is and that's what happens |
If you don't want broth take seven cups |
And all together stepping on your hump |
Arrampla, lashing, embezzlement |
Let the double step continue, the flamenco spree |
And he shouts with them: «Long live the caenas» |
Break your silence now |
Hit the one who hit you first |
Join the dissidence, think and don't get caught |
No, no |
don't get caught |