Siempre el mismo

I laid all the cards on the table,
not a single thought in my head,
and a cross at every station.
Flowers for every anniversary,
dust I left on every leader,
and my patience in every confession.
I changed my skin a thousand times,
day after day my weak belief
until I hid from my own nakedness.
And I carried a hateful soul,
left my broken childhood in the air
among the chords of rock and roll.

I don’t owe anything to the feats of the macho,
nor to the cleanliness of the fascists,
nor to the safety advice.
Nor do I surrender to the businessmen of heaven
who tear apart fears with their diets,
planting misfortunes to feed themselves.

Luckily, I don’t just pay with money,
I also pay with what I love most,
with my time and my freedom.
I also pay with the space in my dazed mind,
with my body that’s rotten food
and my ears that are brutality.
I also pay with my blood
that’s just trash trying pills that cure no one,
I’m your medical guinea pig.

I also pay for all the recipes of love
and as a kneeling believer
I go to the altar to ask for forgiveness.
I don’t owe anything to the fans of the first "mundu",
nor to the decrees of the "diputos",
who tyrannize from the beyond.
Much less to the cowardly moralists,
who see an ass and get terrified,
proud of their infertility.

Hey, why do I have to be always the same dumbass who pays?
The bitch of your mother, the whore who gave birth to you.
Let’s see why I have to be always the same dumbass who pays?
The bitch of your mother, the whore who gave birth to you.

I don’t owe anything to the feats of the macho...
Let’s see why I have to be always the same dumbass who pays...?