Fin de siglo - Def Con Dos

No sé si a ti te atañe, no sé si a ti te importa

Pero noto a mis amigos algo raro en sus miradas

No me reconocen, ya no me saludan

Y ahora todos llevan traje azul en vez de chupa

Ya no beben en la calle, ya no paran en los bares

Ya no mean en las esquinas, ni vomitan en los portales

Ahora madrugan, se han vuelto gente seria

Que ahorra para la vejez y vota a la derecha

No sé que pasa cuando quiero hablar con mis amigos

No cogen el teléfono, o me dicen que se han ido

No consigo dar con ellos para ir juntos a tomarla

Algo huele raro, algo no me han dicho

Y empiezo a sospechar que han sido abducidos

La abducción es un problema de todos

Por favor no me dejeis, no me dejeis solo

Fin de siglo, rodeado de abducidos

Fin de siglo, solo y sin amigos, vaya fin de siglo más jodido

No sé si a ti te atañe, no sé si a ti te importa

Pero replicas de mis amigos han salido de unas bainas

Son iguales que ellos, tienen su misma cara

Pero sé que no son ellos cuando observo sus miradas

Todos se han cortao las greñas, todos han sentao cabeza

Y lo que antes odiaban, ahora se celebra

Ya no fuman petas, ahora van de farla

Y visten polo azul, con la bandera patria

Todos felices, todos con el movil

Hablan entre ellos sobre un nuevo orden

La abducción es un problema de todos

Por favor no me dejeis, no me dejeis solo

Fin de siglo, rodeado de abducidos

Fin de siglo, solo y sin amigos, vaya fin de siglo más jodido

I don't know if it concerns you, I don't know if you care

But I notice my friends something strange in their eyes

They don't recognize me, they don't greet me anymore

And now everyone wears a blue suit instead of a chupa

They no longer drink in the street, they no longer stop at bars

They no longer pee in corners, or puke in doorways

Now they get up early, they have become serious people

Who saves for old age and votes to the right

I don't know what happens when I want to talk to my friends

They don't pick up the phone, or they tell me they've left

I can't find them to go together to take it

Something smells strange, something they haven't told me

And I begin to suspect that they have been abducted

Abduction is everyone's problem

Please don't leave me, don't leave me alone

End of the century, surrounded by abductees

End of the century, alone and without friends, what a fucking end of the century

I don't know if it concerns you, I don't know if you care

But replicas of my friends have come out of some baths

They are the same as them, they have the same face

But I know it's not them when I see their eyes

Everyone has cut their hair, everyone has settled down

And what they used to hate, now they celebrate

They no longer smoke joints, now they go out partying

And they wear a blue polo shirt, with the national flag

Everyone happy, everyone with the mobile

They talk to each other about a new order

Abduction is everyone's problem

Please don't leave me, don't leave me alone

End of the century, surrounded by abductees

End of the century, alone and without friends, what a fucking end of the century