Celtas Cortos — La Mierda song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Mierda" by Celtas Cortos.
Lyrics
Es la movida que tiene la vida:
hoy te regala, maana te lo quita.
O todo o nada, me dice un pajarico
pero a mi lado que muero de fro.
Y la vida que sube, que sube,
y la mierda que baja, que baja.
Pues hoy me escapo y mato las prisas.
Si hay ms vidas que longanizas.
La loma abierta y zumo de naranja,
la chimenea y un fuego por cama.
Acallar las voces de los que gritan ms.
Apalear los huesos del que quiera pasar.
Revisar las leyes: hay que apretar aun ms.
Rematar horarios para mas explotar.
Y la mierda que sube, que sube,
y la vida que baja, que baja.
Manipular: que no puedan razonar
Competir: la pasta es felicidad
Controlar: la tele es la gran verdad
Reducir el espacio sideral.
Urbanizar el bosque sin explotar.
Consumir mide la felicidad.
Extinguir cualquier intencin de paz,
consentir las migajas que nos dan
Lyrics translation
It's the move that life has:
today he gives you, tomorrow he takes it away.
Or all or nothing, a bird tells me
but next to me I die of fro.
And life that goes up, that goes up,
and the shit that goes down, that goes down.
Well, today I'm running away and killing the rush.
If there are more lives you take longer.
The open hillock and orange juice,
the fireplace and a fire per bed.
Silence the voices of those who shout Ms.
Beating the bones of anyone who wants to pass.
Check the laws: you have to tighten even more.
Finish schedules to explode more.
And the shit that goes up, that goes up,
and life that goes down, that goes down.
Manipulate: they can't reason
Compete: the dough is happiness
Control: TV is the big truth
Reduce sidereal space.
Urbanize the unexploded forest.
Consuming measures happiness.
Extinguish any intention of peace,
pamper the crumbs they give us