El peor sueño - Celtas Cortos

Se abrocharon la camisa, después se pusieron el traje

Se calzaron a sus queridas y sus zapatos más brillantes

Luego cogieron el bolso, (el de piel de cocodrilo)

Y lo llenaron con todo.

Con todo lo que les pidió su ombligo

Ahí metieron toda la pasta.

Toda ilusión, toda esperanza

Toda vergüenza, toda rabia.

La poca que aún nos quedaba

Lo guardaron con mucho esmero

Para hacer hueco al botín

No es frecuente ver tanto dinero

Saliendo junto de un solo país

Hospitales sin camas.

Escuelas sin maestros.

Casas abandonadas a la fuerza por sus dueños

Nos lo quitaron todo.

Todo lo que quisieron

Nos dejaron desnudos en medio del peor sueño

Hicieron suyas las leyes.

Eran todos buenos tramperos

Con ellas llegaron a reyes.

Chuleando al pueblo entero

Tiraron todo por tierra.

Llenaron todo de polvo

Hundiendo todo en la mierda

Tus derechos, mis anhelos, nuestros logros

They buttoned up their shirts, then put on their suits

They put on their darlings and their brightest shoes

Then they took the bag, (the crocodile skin one)

And they filled it with everything.

With everything your navel asked of you

That's where they put all the dough.

All illusion, all hope

All shame, all rage.

The little that we still had left

They kept it very carefully

To make room for loot

It is not often to see so much money

Leaving together from a single country

Hospitals without beds.

Schools without teachers.

Houses abandoned by force by their owners

They took everything from us.

all they wanted

They left us naked in the middle of the worst dream

They made the laws their own.

They were all good trappers

With them they became kings.

pimping the whole town

They threw everything to the ground.

They filled everything with dust

Sinking it all in the shit

Your rights, my desires, our achievements