Def Con Dos — Dolor ajeno song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Dolor ajeno" by Def Con Dos.
Lyrics
Piel quemada, hierros afilados
En el tostador se chamusca una mano
Esposas, grilletes y mordazas
Espasmos sangrientos con cada descarga
El perro famélico, ya no ladra
El pájaro ha muerto de sed en su jaula
Un cuerpo podrido, un virus que mata
Heridas con moscas que nadie espanta
Dolor, dolor ajeno, y yo en mi casa, no se de que me quejo
Sangre coagulada en la escombrera, ropa hecha jirones
Unas gafas rotas, y un pedrusco triturando la cabeza
Gritos silenciados por el descampado
Historias do horror cotidiano
Que suceden en los puntos cotidianos del casco urbano, nunca hay testigos
Llora la familia, lloran los amigos
Dolor, dolor ajeno, y yo en mi casa, no se de que me quejo
Hutus contra tutsis, tutsis contra hutus
Entnia, machete, machaque, orgullo
Me das, te doy, me muero, te mato
Y siempre acaban ganando los gusanos
Rios desbordados anegan chabolas
Aludes de barro sepultan poblados
Los indios masacrados, el preso se ahoraca
El niño que sonria con semen en la boca
Dolor, dolor ajeno, y yo en mi casa, no sé de que me quejo
Lyrics translation
Burnt skin, sharp irons
A hand is scorched in the toaster
Handcuffs, shackles and jaws
Bloody spasms with each discharge
The hungry dog no longer barks
The bird has died of thirst in its cage
A rotten body, a virus that kills
Wounds with flies that no one scares
Pain, pain alien, and I in my house, I don't know what I complain about
Clotted blood in the dumpster, shredded clothes
A broken glasses, and a rock crushing his head
Shouts muted by the clearing
Stories of everyday horror
That happen in the everyday points of the city, there are never witnesses
Family mourns, friends mourn
Pain, pain alien, and I in my house, I don't know what I complain about
Hutus against tutsis, tutsis against hutus
Ennia, machete, Machete, pride
You give me, I give you, I die, I kill you
And they always end up winning the worms
Overflowing rivers flood slums
Mudslides bury villages
The Indians massacred, the prisoner hanged himself
The boy smiling with cum in his mouth
Pain, pain of others, and I in my house, I don't know what I complain about