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| Nadie Sabe A Donde Va | Nobody Knows Where They Are Going |
| Enfundado en traje sastre de Chanel Con BlackBerry y Macintosh va Manuel Comisario del Dow Jones y el interés Yuppie sin remedio, agua y pez Mientras Martha busca ofertas en el mall Con sus nalgas de concurso y piel de sol. Curándose la depre con Vuitton Abrigando la infortuna con visón Pero nadie sabe a donde va Coro: Nadie sabe a donde va Todos van al metro Justo a algún lugar Pero nadie sabe a donde va Nadie sabe a donde va Al final del día Van a algún lugar Pero nadie sabe a donde va Nadie sabe a donde va El cannabis le dio a Juan inmunidad Para no embarrarse de la sociedad. Mientras Tom persigue a Jerry en la TV Juan, volando en metro, va al Tíbet Tomas es albañil de un edificio Un Spiderman colgado al precipicio. Termina su jornada en la ciudad Otro más que cree saber a donde va Pero nadie sabe a donde va Coro Yo no sé donde empezó la soledad De esa gente que camina en la ciudad Si es nostalgia por la vieja guerra fría O el progreso cobra con melancolía Son las siete y todos van a la estación Coincidiendo mismo andén, mismo vagón. Cada cual es un pedazo de ciudad Pero nadie sabe bien a donde va Porque nadie sabe a donde va Coro Mohamed se despidió de su mujer. Pesa quince kilos más de lo que ayer. Murmurando en el andén una oración Misma hora, mismo tren, mismo vagón Nadie sabe a donde va |
Encased in a tailored Chanel suit Goes Manuel with BlackBerry and Macintosh Commissioner of the Dow Jones and the interest rate Incurable yuppie, in his element Meanwhile Martha looks for bargains in the mall With her competition buttocks and sun-tanned skin. Treating her depression with Vuitton Wrapping her misfortune with mink But nobody knows where they are going Chorus: Nobody knows where they are going Everyone goes to the underground Just to some place But nobody knows where they are going Nobody knows where they are going At the end of the day They go to some place But nobody knows where they are going Nobody knows where they are going Cannabis gave immunity to Juan So as not to get smothered with society. While Tom chases Jerry on the TV Juan, flying on the underground, goes to Tibet Thomas is a bricklayer of a building A Spiderman clinging to the precipice. He finishes his day in the city Another one that believes he knows where he is going But nobody knows where they are going Chorus I do not know where the loneliness Of those people that walk in the city began Whether it is nostalgia for the old cold war Or the progress made through melancoly It is seven o'clock and everyone is going to the station Meeting on the same platform, the same carriage. Each one is a piece of the city But nobody really knows where they are going Because nobody knows where they are going Chorus Mohammed said goodbye to his wife. She weighs fifteen kilos more than before. Whispering a prayer on the platform Same time, same train, same carriage Nobody knows where they are going |