More songs by Besmaya
Description
Producer: Besmaya
Producer: Paco Salazar
Composer: Francisco Javier Ojanguren García
Composer: Javier Echávarri Trillo
Composer: Pau Ruiz
Lyricist: Francisco Javier Ojanguren García
Lyricist: Javier Echávarri Trillo
Lyricist: Pau Ruiz
Arranger: Hans Calleja Rivero
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hoy tus nuevos lemas se han quedado viejos y ahora buscas sitios donde vendan tiempo.
Sigues tan estático en el mismo puesto que han puesto una placa con tu nombre en medio.
Evolucionaste y eso siempre es bueno, rezas al espejo por un cuerpo ajeno y no te gusta competir, pero en esta carrera. . .
Nadie quiere ser el último, nadie quiere ser el de todos, nadie quiere ser el perdedor, nadie, nadie.
Mírate, sigues dando vueltas en la línea seis.
Cien androides juegan en su móvil a su Candy Crush y ahora tú eres uno más y te llamas nadie.
Sigues progresando sin saber si eres bueno y has cambiado tus dioses por un credo ajeno y no te gusta competir, pero en esta carrera. . .
Nadie quiere ser el último, nadie quiere ser el de todos, nadie quiere ser el perdedor, nadie, puede ser que sea yo, nadie, y así llama como yo, nadie, nadie.
Te has hecho mayor, te molan los putos planetas, te molan los putos planetas, te molan los putos planetas.
Te has hecho mayor, te molan los putos planetas, te molan los putos planetas, te molan los putos planetas.
Nadie quiere ser el último, nadie quiere ser el de todos, nadie quiere ser el perdedor, nadie, puede ser que sea yo.
Y así llama como yo, nadie.
English translation
Today your new slogans have become old and now you are looking for places where they sell time.
You remain so static in the same position that they have put a plaque with your name in the middle.
You evolved and that is always good, you pray in the mirror for a foreign body and you don't like to compete, but in this race. . .
Nobody wants to be last, nobody wants to be everyone's, nobody wants to be the loser, nobody, nobody.
Look at you, you're still hanging around on line six.
One hundred androids play Candy Crush on their mobile phones and now you are one more and your name is nobody.
You continue to progress without knowing if you are good and you have changed your gods for a foreign creed and you don't like to compete, but in this race. . .
No one wants to be last, no one wants to be everyone's, no one wants to be the loser, no one, it could be me, no one, and so it's called like me, no one, no one.
You've gotten older, you're cool with fucking planets, you're cool with fucking planets, you're cool with fucking planets.
You've gotten older, you're cool with fucking planets, you're cool with fucking planets, you're cool with fucking planets.
Nobody wants to be last, nobody wants to be everyone's, nobody wants to be the loser, nobody, maybe it's me.
And so he calls like me, no one.