A deshora - La Fuga

A deshora me levanto, apuro una sonrisa

A deshora me acost©, no ten­a prisa

Anoche no era yo, un mi (c)rcoles normal

Vimos salir el sol, quemamos la ciudad

Duerme el madrugador, yo me siento fatal

Rompe el despertador, diles que no vas a currar,

Que anoche lo pasaste bien, que estЎs jodida de aguantar

Que el jefe diga que no vales para nada.

Recorreremos la ciudad, como ayer

Nos cerrarЎn los bares,

Nos cerrarЎn las calles

Recorreremos la ciudad, como ayer

Nos cerrarЎn los parques,

Nos negarЎn las llaves.

A las siete siempre en pie, aparece el mal humor.

Con suerte, volverЎs a las seis de aguantar un dictador.

Pero ha llegado la noche, ahora te sientes bien,

Ya no te pesan tanto tus 33.

Ya no molesta el sol, todo puede ir genial

Rompe el despertador, diles que no vas a currar

Que hoy lo pasarЎs muy bien, que estas jodida de aguantar

Que el jefe te diga que no sirves para nada.

Ll (c)nate el bolso de ilusiіn.

ЎAgЎrrate!, la noche es de los dos.

condenada a trabajos forzosos sin haber cometido delito alguno

At the wrong time I get up, I rush a smile

At the wrong time I went to bed, I'm not in a hurry

Last night it wasn't me, a normal wednesday

We watched the sun rise, we burned down the city

The early riser sleeps, I feel terrible

Break the alarm clock, tell them you're not going to work,

That you had a good time last night, that you're screwed to hold on

Let the boss say that you are worthless.

We'll tour the city, like yesterday

They will close the bars for us,

They will close the streets to us

We'll tour the city, like yesterday

They will close the parks,

They will deny us the keys.

At seven o'clock always standing, the bad mood appears.

Hopefully, you'll be back at six from putting up with a dictator.

But the night has come, now you feel good,

Your 33 doesn't weigh you down so much anymore.

The sun doesn't bother me anymore, everything can be great

Break the alarm clock, tell them you're not going to work

That today you will have a great time, that you are screwed to endure

Let the boss tell you that you are good for nothing.

Ll (c)nate the bag of illusion.

Hang on! The night belongs to both of us.

sentenced to forced labor without having committed any crime