Babasonicos — Camarín song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Camarín" by Babasonicos.
Lyrics
Tan freak, tan freak, tan freak y tan popular
Quiere ser…
Tan freak, tan freak, tan freak y tan popular
Quiere ser…
En el éxtasis del flash, con la estrella omnisexual
Y el glamour acomodado a la lujuria de hotel
Tan freak, tan freak, tan freak y tan popular
Quiero ser…
Tan freak, tan freak, tan freak y tan popular
Quiero ser…
Psicodélica alborada con amantes entrenadas
Preguntándome en silencio en que ciudad estaré
Desperté con odio y resquemor
La sombra de la frustración
Se sierne sobre mi cara
Resentido y agrio sin porque
Fui recordando el drama que soñé
Soñé ser critico de rock
Tan freak, tan freak, tan freak y tan popular
Quiero ser…
Tan freak, tan freak, tan freak y tan popular
Quiero ser…
Si queres un empujón
Te invito a mi camarín
Con hermosas mujeres que regalan desnudes
Desperte con odio y resquemor
La sombra de la frustración
Se sierne sobre mi cara
Resentido y agrio sin porque
Fui recordando el drama que soñé
Soñé ser critico de rock
Ser el vapor de fantasas no me dejara llorar
La fiesta que nunca termina y la amistad artificial
Pobre infeliz nunca descansará
Tan freak, tan freak, tan freak y tan popular
Quiero ser…
Tan freak, tan freak, tan freak y tan popular
Quiero ser…
Tan freak, tan freak, tan freak y tan popular
Quiero ser…
Tan freak, tan freak, tan freak y tan popular
Quiero ser…
Lyrics translation
So freak, so freak, so freak and so popular
He wants to be…
So freak, so freak, so freak and so popular
He wants to be…
In the ecstasy of the flash, with the omnisexual star
And glamour accommodated to hotel lust
So freak, so freak, so freak and so popular
I want to be…
So freak, so freak, so freak and so popular
I want to be…
Psychedelic Dawn with trained lovers
Wondering in silence what city I'll be in
I woke up with hatred and resquemor
The shadow of frustration
Sawing on my face
Resentful and sour without cause
I was remembering the drama I dreamed of
I dreamed of being a rock critic
So freak, so freak, so freak and so popular
I want to be…
So freak, so freak, so freak and so popular
I want to be…
If you want a push
I invite you to my dressing room
With beautiful women giving away nudes
Wake up with hatred and resquemor
The shadow of frustration
Sawing on my face
Resentful and sour without cause
I was remembering the drama I dreamed of
I dreamed of being a rock critic
Being the steam of fantasies won't let me cry
The party that never ends and artificial friendship
Poor wretch will never rest
So freak, so freak, so freak and so popular
I want to be…
So freak, so freak, so freak and so popular
I want to be…
So freak, so freak, so freak and so popular
I want to be…
So freak, so freak, so freak and so popular
I want to be…