Habeas Corpus — Bastardos de Salón song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Bastardos de Salón" by Habeas Corpus.
Lyrics
Ves como, ves como
la ultraderecha no habia muerto no ves como, ves como
a vuelto a tomar posicion
ves como, ves como
en los medios de comunicacion
ves como, ves como
este es su protector
engrandecida, intocable y satisfecha
esnujebtiva, de sus pobrees cenizas
luce orgullosa, segura y sin complejos
enfurecida y sin remordimientos
Apostoles de la mentira
Profetas de la no-ideologia
La vieja estirpe de fascistas
La nueva causa de imperialistas
Nace educada, de insultate sobervia
A trasformado los medios en sus trincheras
Desde la ____, de su forma manipula
De su discurso demagogo y populista
Apostoles de la mentira
Profetas de la no-ideologia
La vieja estirpe de fascistas
La nueva causa de imperialistas
Bastardos de salon, bastardos de salon
Bastardos de salon, bastardos de salón.
Maldita sea la voz que os pertenece,
Fascistas
Maldita la ignorancia de la gente.
Fascistas
Maldito vuestros dueños vuestros jefes
Fascistas
Malditos hasta el dia de vuestra muerte
Fascistas
Maldita se la historia que os precede
Fascistas
Maldita la soberbia que os pertenece
Fascistas
Maldita la leyes que os protegen
Fascistas
Malditos hasta el dia de vuestra muerte.
(Gracias a Amaro por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
You see how, you see how
the far right wasn't dead. you don't see how, you see how.
he's back in position.
you see how, you see how
in the media
you see how, you see how
this is your protector
magnified, untouchable and satisfied
snubby, from her poor Ashes
looks proud, safe and without complexes
angry and remorseful
Apostles of lies
Prophets of non-ideology
The old line of fascists
The new cause of imperialists
Born educated, sobervia insult
Turned the media into their trenches
Since the____, its way manipulates
Of his demagogue and populist discourse
Apostles of lies
Prophets of non-ideology
The old line of fascists
The new cause of imperialists
Living room bastards, living room bastards
Parlor bastards, parlor bastards.
Damn the voice that belongs to you,
Fascist
Damn people's ignorance.
Fascist
Damn your owners your bosses
Fascist
Cursed till the day of your death
Fascist
Cursed be the story that precedes you
Fascist
Cursed is the pride that belongs to you
Fascist
Damn the laws that protect you
Fascist
Cursed until the day of your death.
(Thanks to Amaro for this letter)