Generación De Mierda - Los Prisioneros

Porque tienen miedo

Porque están todos ahí

Porque me hacen preguntas

Porque están en «buena onda»

Porque bailan y aúllan como gringos

Porque piden una más

Porque pasan sus lenguas por mi barro

Porque no tienen sangre en el corazón

Porque dan la lata

Porque tienen frío

Porque piden circo

Porque sufren por costumbre

Porque nos molestan y no nos dejan en paz

Porque no son dignos

Porque piden por favor

Porque todos viven pensando

Las mismas huevadas

Porque andan jugando al mono mayor

Porque piden cosas que no quieren

Y hacen de lo lindo algo imbécil

Porque creen tener derecho a algo

Que no es de cartón

Generación de mierda

Porque me molestas

Porque me haces transpirar

Porque me conversas

Porque tú crees saber quién soy

Porque dices que me quieres

Y no entiendes la mitad de lo que digo

Y luego vas y te disfrazas

Y a veces necesito creer en ti

Necesito creer en ti

Generación de mierda

Estás robando de la casa de tus viejos

Para poder comprar algunas gomas

Mientras te acuerdas que estudiaste

En el Grange School

Tienes que pagarme para poder bailar

Tienes que pagarme o te vas a la cresta

Con tus ganas de ver lo único

Que vale la pena ver

Nos aplaudes porque nos crees vanguardia

Pero cuando aplauda el pueblo te arrancarás

Y tus viejos tienen la mansión en Vitacura

Y tú vas a hueviar a Matucana

Lloras la pobreza y a jugar

Al perseguido por la sociedad

Oh, no… otro artista más…

Se me acerca… y me quiere felicitar…

Dices que me quieres

Y no entiendes lo que digo…¡Hey…

Y vas y te disfrazas

Y a veces necesito creer en ti…

Generación de mierda

because they are afraid

because they are all there

Why do they ask me questions

Because they are in "good vibes"

Because they dance and howl like gringos

because they ask for one more

Because they run their tongues through my mud

Because they don't have blood in their hearts

because they give the can

because they are cold

Why do they ask for a circus?

Because they suffer out of habit

Because they bother us and don't leave us alone

because they are not worthy

Why are you asking please?

Because everyone lives thinking

the same shit

Because they are playing the big monkey

Because they ask for things they don't want

And they make something stupid of what is beautiful

Because they think they have a right to something

that is not made of cardboard

generation of shit

why do you bother me

because you make me sweat

why do you talk to me

Because you think you know who I am

Because you say you love me

And you don't understand half of what I say

And then you go and dress up

And sometimes I need to believe in you

I need to believe in you

generation of shit

You're stealing from your old folks' house

To be able to buy some rubber bands

While you remember that you studied

At the Grange School

You have to pay me to be able to dance

You have to pay me or you go to the crest

With your desire to see the only

what is worth seeing

You applaud us because you think we are avant-garde

But when the town applauds you will tear yourself away

And your parents have a mansion in Vitacura

And you are going to egg Matucana

You cry poverty and play

To the one persecuted by society

Oh no… yet another artist…

He approaches me… and wants to congratulate me…

you say you love me

And you don't understand what I'm saying…Hey…

And you go and dress up

And sometimes I need to believe in you...

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