Lyrics of Baco - La Vela Puerca

Baco (original)

Abrió la puerta de su casa se paró a mirar
Que lindo día para respirar
En la parada del olvido no quiso frenar
Siguió derecho se puso a fumar
A la deriva sin saber dónde quiere llegar
Se le cruzó la imagen de ese bar
Y despacito la distancia se empezó a achicar
Con una birra fría junto al mar
Se dedicó pensativo a soñar
A recordar quién ha sido
A desafiar un futuro brutal
Con una mano delante y otra detrás
El pueblo estaba a casi nada y decidió seguir
Corazonadas de su porvenir
La plaza entera romería comenzó a reunir
Abajo y los excesos de vivir
Y en una esquina lo vieron aullar
A su luna sin sentido
Doy mi cabeza que sabe pelear
Con una mano delante y otra
Viene sufriendo, sufriendo para qué?
Si me da igual, pero en su mente la vida ya no está
Mientras la plaza comienza a distinguir cómo fue bien
Y los que sueñan empiezan a entender
El pueblo sabe que la plaza barre su dolor
Y Baco junta sombras del amor
Abrió la boca solo para no pedir perdón
Ahora las flores buscan su cajón
En esa esquina lo vieron aullar
A su luna sin sentido
Y la certeza que sabe pelear
Con una mano delante y otra
Sigue sufriendo, sufriendo y para qué?
Si le da igual, pero en su mente la vida ya no está
Siempre sufriendo, sufriendo y para qué?
No me da igual, en nuestra plaza la vida siempre está
Y le llegó la hora, que Baco no perdona, a aquel que lo traiciona

(translation)

He opened the door of his house he stopped to look
What a nice day to breathe
At the stop of oblivion she did not want to stop
She went straight, she started smoking
Drifting without knowing where you want to go
She crossed the image of that bar
And slowly the distance began to shrink
With a cold beer by the sea
He thoughtfully dedicated himself to dreaming
to remember who has been
To challenge a brutal future
With one hand in front and one behind
The town was almost nothing and decided to continue
Hunches about your future
The entire pilgrimage square began to gather
Down and the excesses of living
And in a corner they saw him howl
To your mindless moon
I give my head that knows how to fight
With one hand in front and the other
He comes suffering, suffering for what?
I don't care, but in his mind life is no longer
While the square begins to distinguish how it went well
And those who dream begin to understand
The people know that the square sweeps away their pain
And Bacchus gathers shadows of love
He opened his mouth just not to apologize
Now the flowers look for their drawer
In that corner they saw him howl
To your mindless moon
And the certainty that knows how to fight
With one hand in front and the other
Still suffering, suffering and for what?
If he does not care, but in his mind life is no longer
Always suffering, suffering and for what?
I don't care, in our square life is always
And the time came, which Bacchus does not forgive, to the one who betrays him