Def Con Dos — Fin de siglo song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Fin de siglo" by Def Con Dos.
Lyrics
No sé si a ti te atañe, no sé si a ti te importa
Pero noto a mis amigos algo raro en sus miradas
No me reconocen, ya no me saludan
Y ahora todos llevan traje azul en vez de chupa
Ya no beben en la calle, ya no paran en los bares
Ya no mean en las esquinas, ni vomitan en los portales
Ahora madrugan, se han vuelto gente seria
Que ahorra para la vejez y vota a la derecha
No sé que pasa cuando quiero hablar con mis amigos
No cogen el teléfono, o me dicen que se han ido
No consigo dar con ellos para ir juntos a tomarla
Algo huele raro, algo no me han dicho
Y empiezo a sospechar que han sido abducidos
La abducción es un problema de todos
Por favor no me dejeis, no me dejeis solo
Fin de siglo, rodeado de abducidos
Fin de siglo, solo y sin amigos, vaya fin de siglo más jodido
No sé si a ti te atañe, no sé si a ti te importa
Pero replicas de mis amigos han salido de unas bainas
Son iguales que ellos, tienen su misma cara
Pero sé que no son ellos cuando observo sus miradas
Todos se han cortao las greñas, todos han sentao cabeza
Y lo que antes odiaban, ahora se celebra
Ya no fuman petas, ahora van de farla
Y visten polo azul, con la bandera patria
Todos felices, todos con el movil
Hablan entre ellos sobre un nuevo orden
La abducción es un problema de todos
Por favor no me dejeis, no me dejeis solo
Fin de siglo, rodeado de abducidos
Fin de siglo, solo y sin amigos, vaya fin de siglo más jodido
Lyrics translation
I don't know if you care, I don't know if you care
But I notice my friends something strange in their looks
They don't recognize me, they don't greet me anymore
And now they're all wearing blue suits instead of blowjobs.
They don't drink on the street anymore, they don't stop in bars anymore
They no longer piss in corners, nor vomit in Portals
Now they're up early, they've become serious people
Who saves for old age and votes right
I don't know what happens when I want to talk to my friends
They don't pick up the phone, or tell me they're gone
I can't find them to go get it together
Something smells weird, something I haven't been told
And I'm beginning to suspect that they've been abducted.
Abduction is a problem for everyone
Please don't leave me, don't leave me alone
End of Century, surrounded by abductees
End of the century, alone and without friends, what a fucked up end of the century
I don't know if you care, I don't know if you care
But replicas of my friends have come out of a sheath
They're just like them, they have the same face
But I know it's not them when I look at their looks
They've all cut their hair, they've all sat their heads
And what they once hated is now celebrated
They don't smoke petas anymore, now they go farla
And they wear blue polo, with the flag of the country
All happy, all with the mobile
They talk to each other about a new order
Abduction is a problem for everyone
Please don't leave me, don't leave me alone
End of Century, surrounded by abductees
End of the century, alone and without friends, what a fucked up end of the century