El Olor de Un Pedo
Asto Pituak
The Smell of a Fart
We were born from failure one day
And we keep moving through the disappointment
Our goal is destruction
Misery and chaos
Every three steps we start from scratch
A new change in the formation
But our fist will always be raised
And our hearts will keep beating
And here we are, the outcasts
Without health, without money, and without love
Ready to shit
On the virgin, the government, and the chalice
Life, the routine, keeps hitting us
We feel the caress of loneliness
Paranoia guides
Our bodies, it’s our way of seeing reality
We cry, we laugh, we scream, we jump
Mixing confusion and truth
But one thing we know for sure
Even if it’s tough
We always have to fight
And here we are, the outcasts
Without health, without money, and without love
Ready to shit
On the queen and the king of their nation
Of their nation, in our song
