Carnada - Bestiario

Te levantas de tu cama muy temprano en la mañana

Y te vas a trabajar

Con el asco en la mirada y sin disimular nada

No sabes a quién culpar

Te sientes acorralada y el brillo de tu mirada

Ya se empieza a disipar

Pero haces como si nada y así empieza tu jornada

A perseguir el capital

El trabajo es la carnada para que nadie haga nada

Y legitime la maldad

Pisoteando a tus hermanas y olvidando las palabras

Amistad, fraternidad

Una trampa bien armada para que nadie haga nada

Se encargaron de montar

Los que mandan ahí arriba que deciden por tu vida

Y que dicen representar

Los que mandan ahí arriba que deciden por tu vida

Y que dicen representar

Pero yo no quiero ir a trabajar

Un esclavo del sistema laboral

Si mi vida no la puedes contratar

Y mi tiempo no lo puedes controlar

Y llega el fin de semana y te sientes agasajada

Crees que vas a descansar

Pero ya no tienes nada, ni siquiera la esperanza

De abrazar la libertad

Cinco días de relleno y solo dos de desenfreno

Tu vida no da pa' más

Mientras besas tu cadena ya has escrito tu condena

Y en la morgue acabarás

Pero yo no quiero ir a trabajar

Un esclavo del sistema laboral

Si mi vida no la puedes contratar

Y mi tiempo no lo puedes controlar

Y no hago mas na'

You get up from your bed very early in the morning

And you go to work

With disgust in his eyes and without hiding anything

You don't know who to blame

You feel cornered and the brightness of your look

It is already beginning to dissipate

But you do as if nothing and that's how your day begins

to chase the capital

Work is the bait so that nobody does anything

And legitimize the evil

Trampling on your sisters and forgetting the words

friendship, brotherhood

A well-armed trap so that nobody does anything

They took care of mounting

Those who rule up there who decide for your life

And what do they say they represent?

Those who rule up there who decide for your life

And what do they say they represent?

But I don't want to go to work

A slave to the labor system

If you can't hire my life

And you can't control my time

And the weekend arrives and you feel treated

Do you think you are going to rest

But you have nothing anymore, not even hope

To embrace freedom

Five days of filling and only two of debauchery

Your life does not give more

While you kiss your chain you have already written your sentence

And you will end up in the morgue

But I don't want to go to work

A slave to the labor system

If you can't hire my life

And you can't control my time

And I don't do anything else