Estas desorientado y no sabes
que trole hay que tomar para seguir.
Y en ese desencuentro con la fe
queres cruzar el mar y no podes.

La araña que salvaste te pico
- Que vas a hacer? -
y el hombre que ayudaste te hizo mal
- dale nomas! -
Y todo el carnaval
gritando pisoteo
la mano fraternal
que Dios te dio.

Que desencuentro!
Si hasta Dios esta lejano!
Lloras por dentro.
Todo es cuento, todo es vil.

En el corso a contramano
un grupi trampeo a Jesus...
No te fies ni de tu hermano,
se te cuelgan de la cruz.

Quisiste con ternura, y el amor
te devoro de atras hasta el riñon.
Se rieron de tu abrazo y ahi nomas
te hundieron con rencor todo el arpon.

Amargo desencuentro, porque ves
que es al reves.
Creiste en la honradez
y en la Moral.
que estupidez!
Por eso en tu total
fracaso de vivir,
ni el tiro del final
te va ha salir.

You are confused and don't know
Which trolley one must board to continue
And in this mismatch with the faith
You want to cross the sea and you can't.

The spider that you saved has bitten you
- What you gonna do! -
And the man that you helped did you wrong
- Just keep on giving! -
And the whole carnival
Shouting trampled
The brotherly hand
That God gave you.

What a mismatch!
If even God is distant!
You cry on the inside.
Everything is a tale, everything is vile.

In the wrong way parade
A groupie cheated Jesus
Do not even trust your brother,
They hang themselves from the cross.

You loved with tenderness, and love
Devoured you from behind even the kidney.
They laughed at your embrace and right there
They sank with bitterness the whole harpoon.

Bitter mismatch, because you see
That it is backwards.
You believed in honesty
And in morality
How stupid!
That's why in your complete
Failure at living,
Not even the suicide bullet
It's going to fire.