Translation of the song lyrics Burbujas - La Vela Puerca

Burbujas (original)

Yo por más que pienso no puedo entender
Cuánto más te falta para reaccionar
Es mucha la agonía y tú con un café
Seguro por la noche va a ser un champán
Ya lo tenés todo, pero querés más
No sea que le dejes algo a los demás
Sufriendo con la tele se te puede ver
Pero si ves miseria cambiás de canal
Sólo te preocupa lo que quieras ver
Tu mundo se reduce a lo que vos jugás
Y no ves
Que a este mundo jodido ya le sale pus
Y vos estás fregado fuera y dentro de él
¿O acaso ya no ves sobre qué están tus pies?
A vos te ilumina un sol artificial
Sólo te motiva lo que es material
¿Cuánto de tu vicio vas a perder hoy
Junto a tu ceguera que es muy natural?
La calle te mira y se ríe de ti
Sabe que algún día te la va cobrar
Vos seguí pensando sólo en ser feliz
Siempre estando ajeno a todo lo demás
Sólo te preocupa lo que quieras ver
Tu mundo se reduce a lo que vos jugás
Y no ves
Que a este mundo jodido ya le sale pus
Y vos estás fregado fuera y dentro de él
¿O acaso ya no ves sobre qué están tus pies?
Una aguja va conmigo
Tu burbuja pincharé
La tuya y de tus amigos
Y ninguna dejaré
A vos te ilumina un sol artificial
Sólo te motiva lo que es material
¿Cuánto de tu vicio vas a perder hoy
Junto a tu ceguera que es muy natural?
La calle te mira y se ríe de ti
Sabe que algún día te la va cobrar
Vos seguí pensando sólo en ser feliz
Siempre estando ajeno a todo lo demás
Sólo te preocupa lo que quieras ver
Tu mundo se reduce a lo que vos jugás
Y no ves
Que a este mundo jodido ya le sale pus
Y vos estás fregado fuera y dentro de él
¿O acaso ya no ves sobre qué están tus pies?
Una aguja va conmigo
Tu burbuja pincharé
La tuya y de tus amigos
Y ninguna dejaré
Sólo te preocupa lo que quieras ver
Tu mundo se reduce a lo que vos jugás
Y no ves
Que a este mundo jodido ya le sale pus
Y vos estás fregado fuera y dentro de él
¿O acaso ya no ves sobre qué están tus pies?
(Pies, pies, pies)
Y vos estás fregado fuera y dentro de él
¿O acaso ya no ves sobre qué están tus pies?
(Vamo' arriba, che)

(translation)

As much as I think, I can't understand
How much more do you need to react
There is a lot of agony and you with a coffee
Sure at night it will be a champagne
You already have it all, but you want more
Lest you leave something to others
Suffering with the TV you can be seen
But if you see misery you change the channel
You only care about what you want to see
Your world is reduced to what you play
and you don't see
That this fucked up world already has pus coming out of it
And you are scrubbed outside and inside of it
Or do you no longer see what your feet are on?
You are illuminated by an artificial sun
You are only motivated by what is material
How much of your vice are you going to lose today
Along with your blindness, which is very natural?
The street looks at you and laughs at you
He knows that one day he will charge you
You kept thinking only about being happy
Always being oblivious to everything else
You only care about what you want to see
Your world is reduced to what you play
and you don't see
That this fucked up world already has pus coming out of it
And you are scrubbed outside and inside of it
Or do you no longer see what your feet are on?
A needle goes with me
Your bubble I will puncture
Yours and your friends
and I will not leave any
You are illuminated by an artificial sun
You are only motivated by what is material
How much of your vice are you going to lose today
Along with your blindness, which is very natural?
The street looks at you and laughs at you
He knows that one day he will charge you
You kept thinking only about being happy
Always being oblivious to everything else
You only care about what you want to see
Your world is reduced to what you play
and you don't see
That this fucked up world already has pus coming out of it
And you are scrubbed outside and inside of it
Or do you no longer see what your feet are on?
A needle goes with me
Your bubble I will puncture
Yours and your friends
and I will not leave any
You only care about what you want to see
Your world is reduced to what you play
and you don't see
That this fucked up world already has pus coming out of it
And you are scrubbed outside and inside of it
Or do you no longer see what your feet are on?
(Feet, feet, feet)
And you are scrubbed outside and inside of it
Or do you no longer see what your feet are on?
(Let's go upstairs, che)