Vago - Turf

Por cesárea tuve que nacer

Porque ni fuerza quise hacer

Ni fuerza para nacer

Soy la oveja negra del ganado

Yo ya nací desheredado

Igual la sigo llevando

Lo que pasa es que me estoy volviendo vago

Por lo menos algo hago, vago

Me parece que me estoy acostumbrando

A la vida del relajo

Iba a construir una pared

Pero en el medio me cansé y paré

Yo nunca termino nada

Porque siempre tengo que elegir

Mejor parar, mejor seguir

Mejor, estar un poco mareado

Lo que pasa es que me estoy volviendo vago

Por lo menos algo hago, vago

Me parece que me estoy acostumbrando

Aprendí a caer parado, vago

Algo se quema dentro de mí…

Me parece que me estoy acostumbrando

A la vida del relajo

Que se vayan al carajo

No nací para el trabajo

Soy vago

I had to be born by caesarean section

Because I didn't want to do anything

Nor strength to be born

I am the black sheep of the cattle

I was already born disinherited

I still carry it anyway

It's just that I'm getting lazy

At least I do something, lazy

I seem to be getting used to it

To the life of relaxation

I was going to build a wall

But in the middle I got tired and stopped

I never finish anything

Cause I always have to choose

Better stop, better continue

Better, be a little dizzy

It's just that I'm getting lazy

At least I do something, lazy

I seem to be getting used to it

I learned to land on my feet, lazy

Something burns inside of me...

I seem to be getting used to it

To the life of relaxation

let them go to hell

I was not born for work

i'm lazy