Legión de mudos - Celtas Cortos

Si tienes miedo a la vida

Y te asusta respirar

Si tienes pánico al mundo

Y ves que vas a explotar.

y ves que vas a explotar

Si la vida es una mierda

Y te vas a suicidar

Si tienes miedo a la gente

Y tienes miedo de hablar

Si la vida es agresiva

Y no la puedes cambiar

Si tu vida es depresiva

Y no encuentra un sonido al verbo amar

Y si ya no tienes cartas que jugar

ABRE LOS OJOS, ESPABILA DE UNA VEZ

GRITA Y PELEA, Y NO TE DEJES VENCER

NO HAY UN CAMINO, TU TE LO DEBES HACER

ESCUCHA HERMANO: PONTE LAS PILAS Y A CORRER

Si buscas en la basura

Y no encuentras tu papel

Si sigues en tu postura si sigues en tu postura

Querrás desaparecer

Y si sales por las noches

Y no paras de beber

Seguirás siempre tan solo

Que odiaras amanecer

Si no encuentras un amigo

Y no encuentras tu mujer

Si te sientes tan perdido

Y no encuentras un sentido al verbo ser

Y si ya no tienes cartas que perder

ABRE LOS OJOS, ESPABILA DE UNA VEZ

GRITA Y PELEA, Y NO TE DEJES VENCER

NO HAY UN CAMINO, TU TE LO DEBES HACER

ESCUCHA HERMANO: PONTE LAS PILAS Y A CORRER

El hombre ha vendido su alma al

Diablo por la pasta, por el asfalto, por

Un cuento de hadas que es asfalto

Desde que naces ya te meten prisa:

A estudiar, a currar, el primero de

Todos hay que llegar

Somos una legión de mudos que no

Sabe, no contesta, nunca opina ni

Manifiesta

Caminamos siempre solos sin contar con

Los demás.

Nos oprimen por la tele

Por la calle y en el bar

La vida se ha vuelto dura.

No esta

Fácil avanzar.

De este cubo de

Basura deberemos escapar

If you are afraid of life

And you're scared to breathe

If you're afraid of the world

And you see that you are going to explode.

and you see that you are going to explode

If life sucks

And you're going to kill yourself

If you are afraid of people

And you're afraid to speak

If life is aggressive

And you can't change it

If your life is depressive

And he does not find a sound to the verb to love

And if you no longer have cards to play

OPEN YOUR EYES, WAKE UP AT ONCE

SHOUT AND FIGHT, AND DON'T GIVE UP

THERE IS NO WAY, YOU HAVE TO DO IT

LISTEN BROTHER: PUT YOUR BATTERIES ON AND RUN

If you look in the trash

And you can't find your role

If you continue in your position if you continue in your position

you will want to disappear

And if you go out at night

And you don't stop drinking

You will always be so alone

that you will hate sunrise

If you can't find a friend

And you can't find your wife

If you feel so lost

And you do not find a meaning to the verb to be

And if you no longer have cards to lose

OPEN YOUR EYES, WAKE UP AT ONCE

SHOUT AND FIGHT, AND DON'T GIVE UP

THERE IS NO WAY, YOU HAVE TO DO IT

LISTEN BROTHER: PUT YOUR BATTERIES ON AND RUN

Man has sold his soul to him

Devil for the pasta, for the asphalt, for

A fairy tale that is asphalt

Since you were born they already rush you:

To study, to work, the first of

everyone has to come

We are a legion of mutes who do not

He knows, he does not answer, he never gives his opinion or

manifest

We always walk alone without counting on

Others.

They oppress us on TV

On the street and in the bar

Life has become hard.

No this

Easy to advance.

of this cube of

Trash we must escape