ABC - Bebe

Ponte joya barata, anda descalza y con tacones

Ponte bien guapa pa tí pa tí pa ti

Soy aprendiz de bruja, de chamana

De madrid de abuela, si la vida me deja

Que lo que se retiene nunca se tiene

Y lo que se deja libre siempre vuelve, no se ahoga

Ahora me encuentro bien y motivada

Y saco mi lengua a pasear… ah ah

No, no, no, no, no me acostumbro, no me acostumbro no…

No me acostumbro que no…

A no poder beber en la calle, a tus tonterías

No me acostumbro a que no te calles

No me acostumbro a tanto

No me acostumbro a tanta velocidad

A la hora de pensar un poquito

No me acostumbro a tanto cabron con que

No me acostumbro a tanta policía pervertida

No me acostumbro dime de quien te fia ya

No me acostumbro a mirar y que no estén

Ni que las cosas me salgan bien

No me acostumbro a que medio mundo nos acostemos tranquilos

Y en el otro medio se mueran por miles los niños

No!, que no me acostumbro

No me acostumbro a que intenten coartar mi libertad

Que esa me la dieron al nacer mi mama, mi papa

No me acostumbro a que no haya casa pa' todos

Cuando la tierra no es de nadie cojones

Es de quien en ella nació, creció, vivió y la trabajo

No me acostumbro a que haya que pagar pa' que te entierren ah!

Estamos, pa' que nos encierren

No me acostumbro vuestra demagogia

A vuestra trampa, vuestra mentira

Los mejores actores se juntan en política

No me acostumbro a vivir sin sol

No me acostumbro a vivir sin sol

Y a donde quiera me hecho una siesta

Me monto una fiesta pero no te acerques

Que no me acostumbro a las falsas apariencias

Y puedo darte con la mano abierta

No me acostumbro a que me quieran dar ordenes

Orden contra orden, desorden

Desordenando mi vida encuentro el orden que no tenia

Y camino pa delante

Mi camino no esta dibujado en el camino

No tiene huellas, va campo a trave

Va campo a trave, va campo a trave

Mi camino no esta dibujado en el camino

No tiene huellas, va campo a trave

Va campo a trave, va campo a trave

Y mientras no me acostumbro a tanta subordinación

Mira que a todos nos cuesta saber esto y que no

A tanto mal phono, a tanta incomunicación entre tú y yo

Entre tú y yo

No me acostumbro a que no veamos que el poder esta en nuestras manos,

pero cerramos los ojos

Y chupamos el caramelo envenenao que nos dan, no, no, no

No me acostumbro a tanta mierda en los campos

A tantos hijos de puta del bote chupando

Metiendo el hocico en otro comedero

Mientras el suyo lo tienen entero

No me acostumbro a tanto, no me acostumbro a tanto

No me acostumbro a tanto, a tanto muerto vertical

Mi camino no esta dibujado en el camino

No tiene huellas, va campo a trave

Va campo a trave, va campo a trave…

Put on cheap jewelry, go barefoot and in heels

Make yourself pretty for you, for you, for you

I am an apprentice witch, shaman

From Madrid as a grandmother, if life leaves me

That what is withheld is never had

And what is set free always comes back, it doesn't drown

Now I feel good and motivated

And I take my tongue out for a walk… ah ah

No, no, no, no, I don't get used to it, I don't get used to it, no...

I'm not used to it...

To not being able to drink in the street, to your nonsense

I can't get used to you not shutting up

I don't get used to that much

I can't get used to such speed

At the time of thinking a little

I can't get used to so much bastard with what

I can't get used to so many perverted police

I can't get used to it tell me who you trust now

I do not get used to looking and they are not

Nor that things go well for me

I can't get used to half the world going to bed peacefully

And in the other half the children die by the thousands

No! I can't get used to it

I can't get used to trying to restrict my freedom

That was given to me at birth by my mom, my dad

I can't get used to not having a house for everyone

When the earth is nobody's balls

It belongs to the one who was born, grew up, lived and worked in it

I can't get used to having to pay to be buried there!

We are, so that they lock us up

I'm not used to your demagoguery

To your trap, your lie

The best actors get together in politics

I can't get used to living without sun

I can't get used to living without sun

And wherever I want I take a nap

I'm throwing a party but stay away

That I can't get used to false appearances

And I can hit you with an open hand

I can't get used to people wanting to give me orders

Order against order, disorder

Disordering my life I find the order that I did not have

And I walk forward

My path is not drawn on the road

He has no footprints, he goes cross country

It goes cross country, it goes cross country

My path is not drawn on the road

He has no footprints, he goes cross country

It goes cross country, it goes cross country

And while I'm not used to so much subordination

See that it is difficult for all of us to know this and that

To so much bad phono, to so much lack of communication between you and me

Between you and me

I can't get used to not seeing that the power is in our hands,

but we close our eyes

And we suck on the poison candy they give us, no, no, no

I can't get used to so much shit in the fields

To so many motherfuckers from the boat sucking

Putting the snout into another feeder

While they have theirs whole

I don't get used to that much, I don't get used to that much

I can't get used to so much, to so much vertical death

My path is not drawn on the road

He has no footprints, he goes cross country

It goes cross country, it goes cross country…