Fausto Holokausto
Boikot Lyrics


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Una tarde ante el espejo
Vi mi rostro envejecer
Con mi carne hecha pellejo
Y la guadaña en la pared
Triste amnesia
Que anestesia

Y a beber, savia negra de un ciprés
Y a beber, el veneno de un ciempiés

Oí gritar en mi interior
Que las leyes no son diez
Escupiendo al superior
Recobré la sensatez

Cuando miro con sus ojos
Veo humanos nacer con sed




Cuando miro con mis ojos
Veo la bestia en la pared

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Boikot's song "Fausto Holokausto" convey a profound message about the inescapable reality of mortality and the human condition. The opening verse paints a vivid picture of the singer's reflection in the mirror, with an aging face and tired flesh. The image of the scythe hanging on the wall adds a morbid touch, foreshadowing the inevitability of death. There is a sense of melancholy and resignation in the words, captured perfectly by the phrase "triste amnesia que anestesia," which can be translated as "sad amnesia that numbs."


The next verse takes a defiant turn, with the singer rejecting the notion that there are only ten commandments to follow. The idea of spitting on "the superior" suggests a rebellion against societal norms and power structures. The sense of clarity and rationality that comes from this defiance is juxtaposed with the previous verse's sense of resignation. The final verse underlines the song's theme of duality, as the singer sees both the beauty of human creation and the ugliness of a beast looming in the background.


Overall, Boikot's "Fausto Holokausto" is a powerful meditation on the human condition, mortality, and the struggle to find meaning in a chaotic world full of contradictions.


Line by Line Meaning

Una tarde ante el espejo
One afternoon, looking at the mirror


Vi mi rostro envejecer
I saw my face aging


Con mi carne hecha pellejo
My flesh wrinkled and loose


Y la guadaña en la pared
And the scythe on the wall


Triste amnesia
Sad forgetfulness


Que anestesia
That anesthetizes


Y a beber, savia negra de un ciprés
And drink, black sap of a cypress


Y a beber, el veneno de un ciempiés
And drink, the poison of a centipede


Oí gritar en mi interior
I heard screaming inside me


Que las leyes no son diez
That there are not only ten laws


Escupiendo al superior
Spitting on the superior


Recobré la sensatez
I regained my sanity


Cuando miro con sus ojos
When I look through their eyes


Veo humanos nacer con sed
I see humans born thirsty


Cuando miro con mis ojos
When I look through my eyes


Veo la bestia en la pared
I see the beast on the wall




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Comments from YouTube:

sin nombre

Que álbum!! El mejor de su historia.

sin nombre

Este ,es el mejor álbum de Boikot, sin duda, es bestialll... solamente es mi humilde opinión.

sergio martinez

que grande el ronko. Este y tu condena lo mejor de boikot, lo de ahora suena todos los discos igual

sin nombre

Pero,hace mucho tiempo que se fue , y formó una banda, que ahora no me acuerdo,me compré una cinta casete original, " Los Milicianos" ,en casa de mi padre, creo que estará el cassette original del grupo de "Los Milicianos"

AMDL

Aúpa BOIKOT!

toni f s

escupiendo al superior recobre la sensatez