Reincidentes — La Cadena song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Cadena" by Reincidentes.
Lyrics
Esclavos de la estetica
Y de la publicidad
Sirvientes de la tecnica
Deudores del que nunca da
Los mismos prejuicios para todos
Los mismos gustos misma ley
Una sola personalidad
Y un solo ojo que te ve, que te ve…
Estamos fabricando una serie en la cadena
Sera un adelanto, un lujo, un gran avance, una quimera
Convertira la vida en facil y llevadera
Son miles de gilipollas con su numero en la jeta
Saciados con sus modas
Y cantando su cancion
Errantes y sumisos
Presos de su informacion
Ya todo esta bajo control
Ya no hay aldeas galas ni numancias
Hay que abrir un muy ancho canal
Para que el embudo sea general, sea total sea global, sea brutal
Estamos fabricando una serie en la cadena
Sera un a delanto, un lujo, un gran avance, una quimera
Convertira en consumo todo lo que hagas
Son miles de gilipollas con su codigo de barras
Esclavos de la estetica y de la publicidad
Sirvientes de la tecnica, deudores delque nunca da
Saciados con sus modas y cantando su cancion
Errantes y sumisos, presos de su informacion
Anestesiados sin rubor en el gran reality -show
Comiéndonos su mierda
Anestesiados con el triunfo o el carrusel
Con su «buen hermano» trato de romper
Una y otra vez. Siento esta vorágine que campa a placer
Arrambla con todos ¿qué se puede hacer si no quieres ser
Una pieza de su rollo de papel?
Lyrics translation
Slaves of aesthetics
And advertising
Servants of the technique
Debtors of which it never gives
The same prejudices for all
Same tastes same law
One personality
And one eye that sees you, that sees you…
We are manufacturing a series in the chain
It will be an advance, a luxury, a breakthrough, a chimera
It will make life easy and bearable
It's thousands of assholes with their number in the jet
Satiated with their fashions
And singing his song
Wandering and submissive
Prisoners of your information
Everything's under control.
There are no more Welsh villages or numancias
You have to open a very wide channel
For the funnel to be general, to be total, to be global, to be brutal
We are manufacturing a series in the chain
It will be an apron, a luxury, a breakthrough, a chimera
It will turn into consumption everything you do
They're thousands of assholes with their bar code.
Slaves of aesthetics and advertising
Servants of the technique, debtors ofwhich never gives
Satiated with their fashions and singing their song
Wandering and submissive, prisoners of your information
Anesthetized without blush on the big reality show
Eating us his shit
Anesthetized with Triumph or carousel
With his "good brother" I try to break up
Over and over. I feel this maelstrom camping at Pleasure
What can you do if you don't want to be
A piece of your roll of paper?