MADNASS — Belleza es... song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Belleza es..." by MADNASS.
Lyrics
Este es un canto a la belleza
A esa belleza que nos venden en la tele
Todo es mentira
Ahí fueran están luciendo a sus palmitos
Y sus gimnasios y sus cremas
Para hacernos mejores personas
Menos músculos y más cerebro
La belleza está dentro ¿Sabéis?
Y dice así (que, que, que)
Belleza es, así la llaman
La buscan cada semana en las portadas
De revistas sensacionalistas que no aportan nada
Solo un manual de cómo ser un perfecto superficial
Belleza es, así la llaman
La buscan cada semana en las portadas
De revistas sensacionalistas que no aportan nada
Solo un manual de cómo ser un perfecto superficial
Belleza es como la llaman, creen que la aman
Buscan la fama de llevarse una imagen a la cama
Hombres y damas compitiendo por ser piezas de museo
Ser objeto de deseo del resto el trofeo
Curioso torneo de sencillas normas
¡no! no importa el contenido, ¡que va!
Solo el envase y sus formas
Por eso transforman su figura, da igual
Un bajo nivel intelectual con un cuerpo de altura, locura
Hoy lo usual es ser metrosexual
Gastar más de cien de media mensual en la esteticién
Creen que te hace especial un reloj Cartier
Que hay defectos que se esconden con un traje de Gaultier
Broncean su piel con baños solares
Ellas esclavas de Garnier, ellos de productos capilares
Buscan los altares del reconocimiento social
Adictos al quirófano y a una máscara facial
Hoy ser superficial es algo normal como ver porno
Hay quien se ve mejor luciendo mas oro que en Fort-Nokx
Creen que a veces se enamoran, pero su amor no
Va mas allá de esos rostros y de esos contornos
Adornos, maquillajes e implantes de goma
El nuevo héroe será súper-silicona, no es broma
Se toman referencias de las pasarelas
Allí llaman a la anorexia medidas perfectas pero cuela
Belleza es, así la llaman
La buscan cada semana en las portadas
De revistas sensacionalistas que no aportan nada
Solo un manual de cómo ser un perfecto superficial
Belleza es, así la llaman
La buscan cada semana en las portadas
De revistas sensacionalistas que no aportan nada
Solo un manual de cómo ser un perfecto superficial
Y es que, que bella es la vida incluso con imperfecciones
Qué bello es el verdadero amor sin condiciones
Es dar sin recibir y sonreír sin mas razón es
Sentirse libre y disfrutar sin condiciones
Antes de vender su cuerpo a la ciencia venden su estima
Es una lástima se vuelven superfluos crean mal clima
Envidian lo que lleva la vecina, diosa cocaína
Odia la comida amen los gordos le dan grima
Yo veo belleza, en el arte admiro sus curvas
Mientras otros ven belleza en la muerte y no se perturban
Y es normal que las corporaciones les dicten sus normas
Y se pierden por poderse verse bien, pierden las formas
Bello es poder saber querer y que te quieran
Disfrutar de lo que tienes y aceptarte sin problemas
¡No! no eres más bello por gastarte más en ti
Por ocultar tu sucio rostro tras las cremas
Moldean su cuerpo pero su coeficiente es nulo
Qué importa que sabes del mundo si tienes buen culo
Solo pienso en mis músculos pero soy un garrulo
Y rulo con las llantas mas grandes pa ser más chulo
Somos incrédulos queremos estar puestos
Y en verdad la vida pasa y solo quedarán sus restos
Molesto, apuesto, sediento, atentos
Yo soy más guapo con mi pancha mientras planto un tiesto
Belleza es, así la llaman
La buscan cada semana en las portadas
De revistas sensacionalistas que no aportan nada
Solo un manual de cómo ser un perfecto superficial
Belleza es, así la llaman
La buscan cada semana en las portadas
De revistas sensacionalistas que no aportan nada
Solo un manual de cómo ser un perfecto superficial
Lyrics translation
This is a song to beauty
To that beauty they sell us on TV
Everything is a lie
They're out there wearing their little palms.
And their gyms and their creams
To make us better people
Less muscle and more brain
Beauty is inside, you know?
And it says like this (that, that, that)
Beauty is, so they call it
They look for her every week on the covers
From sensationalist magazines that don't contribute anything
Just a manual on how to be a superficial perfect
Beauty is, so they call it
They look for her every week on the covers
From sensationalist magazines that don't contribute anything
Just a manual on how to be a superficial perfect
Beauty is what they call it, they think they love it
They seek the fame of taking an image to bed
Men and women vying to be museum pieces
Be the object of desire of the rest the trophy
Curious Tournament of simple rules
no! it doesn't matter the content, it goes!
Only the container and its forms
That's why they transform their figure, whatever
A low intellectual level with a tall body, madness
Today the usual thing is to be metrosexual
Spend more than a hundred on average monthly in the beautician
They think it makes you special a Cartier watch
That there are flaws that hide with a Gaultier suit
Tanning your skin with Sun Baths
They were slaves of Garnier, they were slaves of hair products.
They seek the altars of social recognition
Addicts to the operating room and a face mask
Today being shallow is something normal like watching porn
There are those who look better looking at more gold than in Fort-Nokx
They believe that sometimes they fall in love, but their love does not
It goes beyond those faces and those contours
Rubber ornaments, make-up and implants
The new hero will be super-silicone, no joke
References are taken from the walkways
There they call anorexia perfect measures but sneaks
Beauty is, so they call it
They look for her every week on the covers
From sensationalist magazines that don't contribute anything
Just a manual on how to be a superficial perfect
Beauty is, so they call it
They look for her every week on the covers
From sensationalist magazines that don't contribute anything
Just a manual on how to be a superficial perfect
And is that, that beautiful is life even with imperfections
How beautiful is true unconditional love
It's giving without receiving and smiling without any more reason it's
Feel free and enjoy without conditions
Before you sell your body to science sell your esteem
It's a pity they become superfluous create bad weather
Envy what carries the neighbor, goddess cocaine
He hates food amen fat people give him grima
I see beauty, in art I admire its curves
While others see beauty in death and are not disturbed
And it's normal for corporations to dictate their rules
And they get lost because they can look good, they lose their forms
It's beautiful to know how to love and love you
Enjoy what you have and accept yourself without problems
No! you're not prettier because you spend more on yourself
For hiding your dirty face behind the creams
They mold their body but their coefficient is zero
What does it matter that you know about the world if you have a good ass
I only think of my muscles but I'm a garrulo
And I roll with the bigger tires to be cooler
We are unbelievers we want to be put
And in truth, life passes by and only its remains will remain
Angry, handsome, thirsty, attentive
I'm prettier with my pancha while I plant a pot
Beauty is, so they call it
They look for her every week on the covers
From sensationalist magazines that don't contribute anything
Just a manual on how to be a superficial perfect
Beauty is, so they call it
They look for her every week on the covers
From sensationalist magazines that don't contribute anything
Just a manual on how to be a superficial perfect