Juguete - Attaque 77

Destinado para los caprichos y los antojos del montn

Me lanzaran por el aire as noms

Me arrancaran una a una cada extremidad

Para luego terminar olvidado en un basural

Si dejara al libre albedro,

Todo a merced de tu ambicin

Mis virtudes, mis preciados brillos,

Toda mi fe y mi conviccin

Hoy no seria mas que un dejo de emocin

Un cuerpo consumido, indefenso y sin valor

Condenado y sin amor,

Un despojo a la buena de Dios

Sin derecho, sin decisin para gritar

Que el show no debe continuar

Si apelara a tu empatia y sentido de ubicacin

Si confiara en cada persona y me entregara a su razn

Me habran corrompido ya sin compasin

Me habran usado y descartado en cualquier ocasin

Que defraude la ilusin de cada quien y su pretensin

Sin derecho, sin decisin para gritar

Que el show no debe continuar, no soy un juguete ya no mas,

El show no debe continuar.

Destined for the whims and cravings of the bunch

They'll throw me through the air just like that

They will rip off each limb one by one

To later end up forgotten in a dump

If I left it to free will,

All at the mercy of your ambition

My virtues, my precious shine,

All my faith and conviction

Today would be nothing more than a hint of emotion

A body consumed, defenseless and worthless

Doomed and loveless,

A dispossession to the good of God

No right, no decision to shout

That the show must not go on

If I appealed to your empathy and sense of place

If I trusted each person and gave myself to their reason

They would have already corrupted me without compassion

I would have been used and discarded at any time

That disappoints the illusion of each one and their pretension

No right, no decision to shout

That the show should not continue, I'm not a toy anymore,

The show must not go on.