Reincidentes — V.I.P. song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "V.I.P." by Reincidentes.
Lyrics
Son los capaces, son los creativos
Son el copon
Son los que marcan rumbo, señalan el camino
Son casi dios
Viajo en 1ª, siempre habra clases
Odio que huela a gentes normales
Finos, discretos, algo afectados
Mucho «sirviente», poco dar el callo
Cuanto mas guapos, cuanto mas ricos
Cuanto mas fuertes son mas cretinos
Ya, de un plumazo y sin remilgos
Hay que acabar con tal desatino
Ellos son los espejos, a lo que aspiramos
Nuestra frustracion
Ellos tienen gusto, tratadles con cuidado
Estan pasados de glamour
El club de golfo, pesas, rayos uva
Ya me he comprado genio y figura
Las visas oro, trato preferente
Las caras marcas marcan diferencia
Cuanto mas guapos, cuanto mas ricos
Cuanto mas fuertes son mas cretinos
Ya, de un plumazo y sin remilgos
Hay que acabar con tal desatino
Ramalazos de un ayer, que debe terminar
De una jodida vez
Coletazos de un poder. Al que habra que asaltar
En guerra sin cuartel
Lyrics translation
They are the capable, they are the creative
They're the copon.
They are the ones who mark the course, they point the way
They're almost god
I travel in 1st, there will always be classes
Hate that smells like normal people
Thin, discreet, somewhat affected
Much "servant", little give the callus
The more handsome, the richer
The stronger they are, the more jerks
Yeah, with a feather and no Tingle
We must stop such nonsense
They are the mirrors, what we aspire to
Our frustration
They have taste, treat them carefully
They're past glamour.
The Gulf club, weights, uva rays
I've already bought genius and figure
Gold visas, preferential treatment
Faces marks make a difference
The more handsome, the richer
The stronger they are, the more jerks
Yeah, with a feather and no Tingle
We must stop such nonsense
Twigs of a Yesterday, which must end
Once and for all
Power packs. Who will have to be robbed
At war without quarter