The Locos — Contrato Limosna song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Contrato Limosna" by The Locos.
Lyrics
Que feliz, hoy me siento contento
Ya tengo trabajo llego mi momento
Mis vecinos envidian mi suerte
El único del barrio con cuenta corriente
Hipoteca que mantener, deudas y rentas hasta la sien
Sin contrato, sin horario
De sol a soles curro por un sueldo precario
No protesto por si la cago
No vallan a pensar que solo soy un vago
Si mi familia me quiere ver
Ya colgué fotos en la pared
Lalaralalalalarala, lalaralaralarala lalaralaralarala
Y grito Lalaralalalalarala, lalaralaralarala lalaralaralarala
Sin concertantes ni edulcorantes
Mierda que tragamos los que somo currantes
Con la crisis, contrato limosna
Aumentan veneficios siempre a nuestra costa
Tanto cortar el seguro social
Me morire antes de enfermar
Y si me explotan, sonrisa profident
Les cantare cuanto mas por culo me den
Ni mis estudios, ni mi preparación
Me libraran de esta puta explotación
Lalaralalalalarala, lalaralaralarala lalaralaralarala
Y grito Lalaralalalalarala, lalaralaralarala lalaralaralarala
Si al currar esto no tienes claro
Si pierdes tus derechos seras un esclavo
No te creas que estas soñando
Despierta en esta vida que te estan sangrando
Con este abuso laboral
Sangre y sudor hasta reventar
Y si me explotan, sonrisa profident
Les cantare cuanto mas por culo me den
Ni mis estudios, ni mi preparación
Me libraran de esta puta explotación
Lyrics translation
How happy, today I feel happy
I've got work. it's my time.
My neighbors envy my luck
The only one in the neighborhood with a checking account
Mortgage to keep, debts and rents up to the temple
No contract, no schedule
From sun to Sun I work for a precarious salary
I don't protest if I screw up.
They won't think I'm just a bum
If my family wants to see me
I already hung pictures on the wall
Lalaralalalarala, lalaralaralarala lalaralaralarala
And cry Lalaralalalarala, lalaralaralarala lalaralaralarala
Without concertants or sweeteners
Shit we swallow that we are currants
With the crisis, contract alms
They always increase profits at our expense
Both cut social Security
I die before I get sick
And if I explode, profident smile
I'll sing them the more ass they give me
Neither my studies nor my preparation
They'll get me out of this fucking exploitation.
Lalaralalalarala, lalaralaralarala lalaralaralarala
And cry Lalaralalalarala, lalaralaralarala lalaralaralarala
If you're working on this, you're not clear.
If you lose your rights you'll be a slave
Don't think you're dreaming
Wake up in this life that you are bleeding
With this labor abuse
Blood and sweat to burst
And if I explode, profident smile
I'll sing them the more ass they give me
Neither my studies nor my preparation
They'll get me out of this fucking exploitation.