Translation of the song lyrics Digno del Mismo - Hora Zulú

Digno del Mismo (original)

No se si tomarmelo a tragedia o a parodia
Pero hago mas daño a quien me quiere
Que a quien me odia
Solo tengo claro que no cantare victoria
Mientras no consiga retenerte en mi memoria
Nunca tuve intencion de provocarte esa histeria
Ven y juzga mi vida como contradictoria
Solo dibujaba con palabras mis miserias
Nunca pretendi con esto pasar a la historia
Y ahora
Mira como suena este niñato de caseria
Que andaba ya jarto de dar vueltas a la noria
Te lo dejare claro no me gustan las ferias
Solo el viento puede dirigir mi trayectoria
No se si tomarme medio a broma o medio en serio
Que tu a mi me juzgues con tan poquito criterio
No te tomes mal si no me ves montar el cirio
No sere el mas tonto dentro deste cementerio
No clames al cielo cuando notes que desvario
No habra teatro en que no trote este don juan tenorio
Fama de peon comunista tiene este empresario
Nunca tuvo en vista lo de montar un emporio
Ando titubeando con aires de temerario
Por dentro llorando por fuera rey del estereo
Sigo disimulando mis penas con jolgorio
Gracias a un invento digno del mismo bacterio

Digno del Mismo (translation)

I don't know whether to take it as a tragedy or as a parody
But I do more damage to those who love me
who hates me
I am only clear that I will not sing victory
As long as I can't keep you in my memory
I never had the intention of provoking that hysteria
Come and judge my life as contradictory
I only drew my miseries with words
I never intended with this to go down in history
And now
Look how this farmhouse brat sounds
That he was tired of going around the Ferris wheel
I'll make it clear I don't like fairs
Only the wind can direct my path
I don't know whether to take myself half jokingly or half seriously
That you judge me with so little criteria
Don't take it wrong if you don't see me ride the candle
I will not be the dumbest in this cemetery
Do not cry to heaven when you notice that delirium
There will be no theater in which this Don Juan Tenorio does not trot
This businessman has fame as a communist pawn
He never had in mind to set up an emporium
I'm hesitating with airs of recklessness
Inside crying outside stereo king
I keep hiding my sorrows with revelry
Thanks to an invention worthy of the bacterium itself