La Cabra Mecanica — ¡Ay! Poetas song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "¡Ay! Poetas" by La Cabra Mecanica.
Lyrics
Todo el mundo dice que la gente de color negro
Tiene un innato talento natural
Pa’l deporte, pa’l cante, pa’l baile, pa' to' eso
Y un superlativo y envidiable calibre de sexo
Todo el mundo dice que los Chinos
Pillan al gato y al abuelito y los hacen picadillo
'Pa' mÃ(c)telo', en los rollitos, ay canalla
Manda cojones con la china milenaria
Todo el mundo dice que el duende es de los gitanos
Que los metes en el piso de realojo
Y te arrancan tuberÃas, lavabos, hay un burro en el octavo
¿Gitanos buenos? Como en to' haberlos halos
Todas las mujeres dicen que todos los hombres son iguales
Todo hombre dice de ese misterio que es la mujer
Insondable, homo, hetero, bi-tri, ni contigo ni sin ti
Tienen mis males remedio
Y yo que aspiraba a Johnny Weismuller
Soy el chiste de los socorristas
Y yo que aspiraba a Maradona
Acabé en la cocaÃna leré y disen
Ay, poetas de la calle
Ay, poesÃa en movimiento
Hay poetas que se bajan la bragueta
Hay, hay, hay, hay, hay, hay, ay poetas
Lo mismo que hubo flores hubo capullos
Que quisieron mellar mi sonrisa
Con sus verdades como puños
Y ni por esas, lo flipas, sonrió, me parto el culo
Mi felicidad no es la culpable de tus males chulo
Si mis sueños no te dejan dormir
Cuenta ovejas, no me rayes
Eso ahora, porque antes
Me llego a doler tanto que intente suicidarme
Ahogando mis carnes morenas en Coca Cola
Tomándome una aspirina con Bayleis
Y quise bajar al infierno tocando
El 'Stairway To Heaven' al revÃ(c)s
Nada es como lo ves
Y si lo ves no lo crees
Veo, veo, qué ves
Todo el mundo sabe
Y yo que apiraba a Mariano José de Larra
Acabé en Mariñas
Y yo que apiraba a Joan Manuel Serrat
Te lo canto por rumbitas leré y disen
Ay, poetas de la calle
Ay, poesÃa en movimiento
Hay poetas que se bajan la bragueta
Hay, hay, hay, hay, hay, hay, ay poetas
Lyrics translation
Everyone says black people
He has an innate natural talent
PA'l sport, PA'l sing, PA'l dance, PA' to ' that
And a superlative and enviable caliber of sex
Everyone says the Chinese
They catch the cat and grandpa and chop them up
'Pa' Mã (C) telo', in the rolls, ay scoundrel
Fuck the millennial china
Everyone says the Goblin belongs to the Gypsies
That you put them on the redevelopment floor
There's a donkey in the eighth.
Good Gypsies? As in to ' have them halos
All women say all men are equal
Every man says of that mystery that is the woman
Unfathomable, gay, straight, bi-tri, neither with you nor without you
Have my ills remedy
And I aspired to Johnny Weismuller
I'm the lifeguard joke.
And I aspired to Maradona
I ended up in the coke I'll read and say
Oh, street poets
Ay, poetry in motion
There are poets who drop their fly
There, there, there, there, there, there, oh poets
Same as there were flowers there were buds
Who wanted to bite my smile
With its truths as a handful
And even for those, you flip him, smiled, I'll kick my ass
My happiness is not to blame for your ills pimp
If my dreams don't let you sleep
Count sheep, don't scratch me
That now, because before
It hurts so much that I try to kill myself
Choking my brown meats on Coke
Taking an aspirin with Bayleis
And I wanted to go down to hell playing
The 'Stairway To Heaven' back(c) s
Nothing is as you see it
And if you see it, you don't believe it.
I see, I see, what
Everyone knows
And I who apeiraba Mariano Josà © De Larra
I ended up in marriage
And I who apeiraba Joan Manuel Serrat
I sing it to you by rumbitas read and say
Oh, street poets
Ay, poetry in motion
There are poets who drop their fly
There, there, there, there, there, there, oh poets