WE, THE LOSERS
We, who never win,
who lost all battles.
Failures, forgotten, losers,
lives wasted for nothing.

Those lives that never reached their peak,
fallen into oblivion, without triumphs in life.
Masterpieces of life that were lost,
on the losing side, anonymous, gray.

Lost along the way, masterful,
without a chance to celebrate anything.
So many lives we didn't reach,
and the dust carried everything away,
forgotten failures.

Losers,
that's who we are,
we,
the immense
majority.

NOSTROS, PERDEDORES

Nosotros, los que nunca ganamos,

los que perdimos todas las batallas.

Fracasados, olvidados, perdedores,

vidas que se malograron para nada.

Esas vidas que no llegaron a su cima,

caídos en el olvido, sin triunfos en vida.

Obras maestras de vida que se perdieron,

en el bando perdedor, anónimos, grises.

Perdidos por el camino, magistrales,

sin oportunidad de celebrar nada.

Tantas vidas que no llegamos,

y el polvo se lo llevo todo,

fracasos olvidados.

Perdedores

esos somos,

nosotros,

inmensa

mayoría

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There may be winners amongst losers,
there may be losers amongst winners,
for no one knows what future holds.

You may be fighting death like crazy,
or scream: Please, turn me into dust!!!
What’s better for you - you won’t know.

But do not worry - there is justice
for the unfairness of this world.
For you won't die if you are born.

I got a little book,
A LifeLog I've put
All the aggregated data I can collect.
I buy up every market share I can get
And run my little freak simulations
Where I stimulate all of life
Because I'm such a ******* coward
And obsessed with control.

What started small
Now extends to everyone
Without a concern for your privacy,
In ways wholly unconstitutional.

Do the fates know which way it goes?
In many ways fates is a foe
Those ****** goddesses know
They pick the winners
And the losers
And those they hold in limbo
Everything is predestined
In a particular way
To what unfolds day-to-day
Fighting fate will do no good
Because everything turns out as it should

Place your bets, you’re just in time
for the game, the fix is in.

What a thrill. Is it a crime to cash in?
The winners do, and that could be you.

You’ll be a witness, as wise guys smoothly step in
- it’s basic greed - and never a sin, as long as they win.

Mr slick ricky, you’ve got to be bold to win gold -
winners never just fold - betting never gets old.

The winners will add your few spare bucks to their *** -
let’s admit, all that you’ve got - isn’t a lot - it won’t fuel a yacht.

Place your bets, you’re in the front row all the time,
don’t be lame, be part of the game, the greasy bigtime.

grass, gas, or *** nobody rides for free
cops and robbers and the indian hides for me
my *** ate grass got gas and then shies on me
my horse got sores got shot, and dies on me

all us poor kids didn't mind to be a tribe
eenie meanie mighty moe never helped us hide
tony two tooth's daddy likes to run around
his mom is gonna play too and "hunt him down"

one two buckle in my shoe, toys in the attic
hopscotch buckshot semi-automatic
piggy goes to market this piggy stays home
then, this old man comes rollin home all alone

sorry coach but this year i can't go out
daddy blew out his knee and my shoe had a blow out
richie rich called his stepbrother a snitch
sweet summer hits with a hickory switch

jump back charlie jack you know how we feel
bacon comes from a hog boy not from a meal
hoppa fence it's 50 cents for stolen fruit
poppa top drop no deposit no returns pollute