De Nada Sirve

It's useless to escape from oneself
It's useless to escape from oneself

Twenty hours at the movies can go
And smoke until you die
They can go out with a thousand women
They can call their friends
It's useless
They don't realize that it's useless
Playing the drums, following the steelworks
No, it's useless

What good are refrigerators
And washing machines, televisions
And new cars and relationships
And friendships and positions?
If they are rotten and bored
Of this world that is rotten
No, it's useless

Those who go to the office
Say everything is useful
Those who go to the port
Have back pain
Those who make music
Believe it's the most important

Nothing is useful if one uses it
For internal loneliness
That always runs after us
That always runs after us
When they are alone
They are very lonely
There are no guitars or amplifiers anymore

They are alone in bed
And start looking at the ceiling
Start looking at the ceiling
And there's nothing on the ceiling
There's only a ceiling

What can they do? It's very late
It's three in the morning
The bars are closed
The women are sleeping
The cinemas are also closed
The guitar can't be played
Or the neighbor will wake up

What can I do? What can I do?
I'm alone and bored
What can I do? What is my life?
What is this world? What am I?
I'm going to go crazy, I don't know what to do
At that moment they realize
That everything is nonsense

When they go on vacation and dance the shake
With their Central American movements
Manufactured sensuality
They try to pick up women
But they are empty and very rotten

Back to bed, which is a great place
To sleep or even to jerk off
When they achieve it, in this world it's difficult
It's regulated
Bite the pillow of despair
They don't know what to do with their lives
Everything has failed

They have chewed gum
They have eaten chocolates
They have read Radiolandia
They have called their friends
They have gone out with a thousand women
They have recorded thirty thousand records
They have been famous, they have signed autographs
They have eaten until they burst
They have smoked until the end

And what's left?
Nothing is left, nothing is left, nothing is left
There is one thing that is useful
That serves this humanity
And it is to realize that nothing is useful
If one uses it to escape from oneself

Friend, I give you advice
Although I don't give advice
Try the test
Of stopping the little machines
The little machines you carry inside you
And see what happens
When loneliness grabs you
And boredom grabs you
Don't listen to Bob Dylan records
Or The Beatles
Or the Rolling Stones
Or Mick Jagger

A lot of silence, a lot of thinking
A lot of meditating
No evasion and thinking
What's wrong with me?
If I'm intelligent and I'm also intellectual
I'm quite intelligent
But I'm very bored
What's wrong with me?
I still can't explain it to myself
Please someone tell me
I can't get out of myself, I'm very trapped
In my prison of flesh and bone
I can't get out, I can't get out
I'm going to die inside myself
Before I die I want to get out
See the stars, the sea, I want to drown
And I want to get out, I want to live, I want to go
Please, from myself
What can I do?
There's nothing to do

You have to live, you have to suffer
You have to feel, you have to love
You have to take risks
You have to play
You can't have security, you can't have
Any property, you have to play
You have to risk it, you have to go out
To get your face broken
To get killed, to get stepped on

You have to love anyone
You have to hate anyone
Oh, what can I do?
I'm alone and everyone passes by my side
No one looks at me
Or if they look at me it's to lock me up
I'm very locked up
It's useless to escape from oneself