Translation of the song lyrics Irreverente - Solitario

Irreverente (original)

Yo no paso por el aro, antes me pego un disparo
Siempre en contra de todo Dios, lo siento si os desagrado
Los conciertos que no doy, las entrevistas que no hago
Los discos que no saco y los videoclips que no grabo
Son un reflejo directo de lo poco que os trago
No soy vuestro puto amigo ¿Te queda claro?
Daños colaterales de haber sido rechazado
Por la misma sociedad que un día querrá comerme el rabo
Me faltan dedos pa' contar en quien y que me cago
Habría exterminado a medio mundo de no ser tan vago
Quieren ser hardcores y se quedan en amago
El circo de los horrores se ha quedado relegado
Que os den por culo putas, pues he roto la pompa
Mi rabia y mi odio no se vende ni se compra
Mi enfermedad mental no se vende ni se compra
Por eso ninguno de esos me nombra
No les hago la ola ni salgo en la orla
Mientras se hacen la bola, hay mucho chupa pistolas
Pero a mi eso no me mola, Solitario no se enrola
Estoy fuera de esa sucia asociación de comepollas
Feka te tengo calao ¿Qué estás haciendo?
Tu no has rozado la locura ni en tus sueños
Quién es real y quien no, ya se esta viendo
Quien impacta el corazón y quien a niños pequeños
Quien diga que no estoy loco no esta muy cuerdo
No salgo en revistas ni en tops, maldito cerdo
Anticomercial soy yo, no tú, te lo recuerdo
Mucho video dark quieren dárselas de enfermo
Me respetan pero yo no lo respeto
Su música de radio tiembla cuando yo le meto
Me sabe la boca a mierda de tanta mierda que espeto
Demasiado descafeinado disfrazado de ristretto
No tenéis mi respeto

Irreverente (translation)

I do not go through the hoop, before I shoot myself
Always against everything God, I'm sorry if you dislike me
The concerts I don't give, the interviews I don't do
The records that I don't release and the video clips that I don't record
They are a direct reflection of how little I swallow you
I'm not your fucking friend, is that clear to you?
Collateral damage of being rejected
For the same society that one day will want to eat my tail
I lack fingers to tell who and what I shit
I would have wiped out half the world if I weren't so lazy
They want to be hardcore and they stay in feint
The circus of horrors has been relegated
Fuck you whores, because I have broken the pomp
My anger and my hate is not bought or sold
My mental illness is neither sold nor bought
That's why none of those name me
I do not do the wave nor do I go out in the border
While they make the ball, there is a lot of sucking guns
But I don't like that, Solitaire doesn't enroll
I'm out of that dirty cocksucker association
Feka I have you calao What are you doing?
You have not even touched madness in your dreams
Who is real and who is not, it is already being seen
Who impacts the heart and who impacts small children
Who says I'm not crazy is not very sane
I don't appear in magazines or tops, you fucking pig
Anti-commercial is me, not you, I remind you
A lot of dark video wants to pretend to be sick
They respect me but I don't respect them
His radio music shakes when I put him
My mouth tastes like shit from so much shit that I spit out
Too much decaf disguised as ristretto
you don't have my respect