More songs by Arce
Description
Producer, Beats: Case G
Sound Engineer: Yeray Music
Composer, Author: Pablo Arce
Composer, Author: Manuel Alejandro
Composer, Author: Purifacion Casas Romero
Composer, Author: Waldo de los Rios
Lyrics and translation
Original
Joder, ¿qué llamo? Ya hágale.
Claro, Miguel Bosé. Que ya no sé ni qué hacer.
Madre, perdóname, que todo lo pensé. LSD. La grasa no langosta. Aquí no somos de actuar, toma tu Óscar.
Gallego, no de Cosa Nostra. Aquí no secuestramos, te metemos unas hostias.
De hambre pa' la costa. Mi vida una porno, mi huevo, mi combo.
No me caliento, puta, si la meto es al fondo. Un puto, pero fiel como Manolo el del Bombo.
Y aunque saquen bien de pipas chulas, yo no me escondo.
Yo pa' hablar de tombro, si pierdo por tongo. Tranquilo, pero jodo y monto un puto quilombo.
Solo estoy en las buenas cuando todo redondo, pero no cuando lloré y necesitaba tu hombro.
Yo soy rebelde porque el mundo me ha hecho así, porque nadie me ha tratado con amor, porque nadie me ha querido nunca oír. Joder, joder. Joder, ¿qué llamo?
Ya hágale.
Claro, Miguel Bosé. Que ahora ya sí sé qué hacer.
Madre, perdóname, que todo lo pensé. LSD. Hoy muchos cables no se coscan.
¿Cómo coño le explico yo que soy un rockstar? Que estoy matándome a posta.
No me juzgues, bebé, voy siempre pasado de rusca con mi alita de mosca.
La sangre de compost, la polla de Congo, que nadie me quedó pegado como un diptongo.
Eso que por lo meu camino solo me encontro todas esas putas pechadas, chaves, cheas de polvo. Todo menos tonto, yo vendo, no compro.
No me contés tu vida, ya no estoy para cuentos.
¿Y por qué me invitas si sabes cómo me pongo? Cuando llega una botella, me la bebo de un sorbo.
Yo soy rebelde porque el mundo me ha hecho así, porque nadie me ha tratado con amor, porque nadie me ha querido nunca oír.
Joder, joder.
Yo soy rebelde porque el mundo me ha hecho así, porque nadie me ha tratado con amor, porque nadie me ha querido nunca oír. Joder, joder.
English translation
Damn, what am I calling? Let's do it.
Of course, Miguel Bosé. I don't even know what to do anymore.
Mother, forgive me, I thought about everything. LSD. Fat not lobster. We're not into acting here, take your Oscar.
Galician, not Cosa Nostra. We don't kidnap you here, we screw you up.
Of hunger for the coast. My life is a porn, my egg, my combo.
I don't get hot, bitch, if I put it in it's at the bottom. A whore, but faithful like Manolo del Bombo.
And even though they make cool pipes, I'm not hiding.
I want to talk about tombro, if I lose because of a tomboy. Quiet, but I fuck around and make a fucking mess.
I'm only in good times when everything is fine, but not when I cried and needed your shoulder.
I am a rebel because the world has made me that way, because no one has treated me with love, because no one has ever wanted to listen to me. Fuck, fuck. Damn, what am I calling?
Let's do it.
Of course, Miguel Bosé. That now I know what to do.
Mother, forgive me, I thought about everything. LSD. Today many cables are not sewn.
How the hell do I explain to him that I'm a rockstar? That I'm killing myself on purpose.
Don't judge me, baby, I'm always over the top with my fly wing.
Compost blood, Congo's cock, that no one stuck to me like a diphthong.
That's because on my way I only found all those dirty whores, chaves, dirtbags. Anything but stupid, I sell, I don't buy.
Don't tell me your life, I'm not up for stories anymore.
And why do you invite me if you know how I get? When a bottle arrives, I drink it in one sip.
I am a rebel because the world has made me that way, because no one has treated me with love, because no one has ever wanted to listen to me.
Fuck, fuck.
I am a rebel because the world has made me that way, because no one has treated me with love, because no one has ever wanted to listen to me. Fuck, fuck.