¿Y yo qué? - Def Con Dos

A cuánto asciende, la cuenta pendiente, que tengo contigo, señor presidente

Señor alcalde, señor ministro, señor don listo?

Que vaya cristo, que me habeis montado

Por no haber cumplido, por no haber pagado

Los meses de renta, que debo atrasados

Todo este tiempo que llevo espectante

Con una mano detrás, y otra delante, parado, tieso

Humillado y sin blanca, esperando paciente

A que cambie la racha, y llevo así, más de dos años, comiendome las uñas

Y los padrastros, mirando la tele

Y viendo asombrado, lo bien que les va a los que están manjando los hilos del

banco

Del pasto, del curro, que ahora dicen lo que hay

Pero solo unos pocos, tienen el gusto

De disfrutarlo, y da asco

Porque de la crisis, ¿quién se acuerda?

¿los que en vez de caviar comemos mierda?

Que la nueva era, no espera

A los rezagados, o sea, los más pringados

Mientras los de siempre, se frotan las manos

¿y yo qué?

¿y yo qué hago?

En la puta calle, y sin un, y sin un, y si un, y sin un clavo

¿y yo qué?

¿y yo qué hago?

Si lo poco que tenía me lo habeis, me lo habeis, me lo habeis, me lo habeis,

me lo habeis quitado

Mi hambre es mia, mi habre es mia

Mi habre es mia, y eso nadie me lo quita

Desastre, deshaucio, patada en la puerta

El agente de turno, el juzgado lo manda

Y con la ley en la mano, pero no la razón

Me han hechado de casa

Que me vaya a vivir debajo de un puente

O que busque cobijo en algún albergue

Que sube la bolsa, que sobra gentuza

La pela es la pela, y a mi que me zurzan

¿y yo qué?

¿y yo qué hago?

En la puta calle, y sin un, y sin un, y si un, y sin un clavo

¿y yo qué?

¿y yo qué hago?

Si lo poco que tenía me lo habeis, me lo habeis, me lo habeis, me lo habeis,

me lo habeis quitado

Mi hambre es mia, mi habre es mia

Mi habre es mia, y eso nadie me lo quita

How much does it amount to, the pending account, that I have with you, Mr. President

Mr. Mayor, Mr. Minister, Mr. Don ready?

Go Christ, you have mounted me

For not having complied, for not having paid

The months of rent that I owe in arrears

All this time I've been waiting

With one hand behind, and one in front, standing, stiff

Humiliated and penniless, patiently waiting

For the streak to change, and I've been like this for more than two years, biting my nails

And the stepfathers, watching TV

And seeing in amazement how well those who are pulling the strings are doing

bank

Of the grass, of the gigs, that now say what there is

But only a few, they have the taste

To enjoy it, and it sucks

Because of the crisis, who remembers?

Those of us who eat shit instead of caviar?

That the new era, don't wait

To the laggards, that is, the most downtrodden

While the usual ones rub their hands

what about me?

and what do I do?

In the fucking street, and without a, and without a, and if a, and without a nail

what about me?

and what do I do?

If the little I had, you gave it to me, you gave it to me, you gave it to me, you gave it to me,

you have taken it from me

My hunger is mine, my hunger is mine

My money is mine, and nobody takes that away from me

Disaster, eviction, kick in the door

The agent on duty, the court sends him

And with the law in hand, but not reason

I have been kicked out of home

That I go to live under a bridge

Or to seek shelter in a shelter

That the stock market goes up, that there are plenty of riffraff

The pela is the pela, and they darn me

what about me?

and what do I do?

In the fucking street, and without a, and without a, and if a, and without a nail

what about me?

and what do I do?

If the little I had, you gave it to me, you gave it to me, you gave it to me, you gave it to me,

you have taken it from me

My hunger is mine, my hunger is mine

My money is mine, and nobody takes that away from me