Ricardo Arjona — Chicos De Plastico song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Chicos De Plastico" by Ricardo Arjona.
Lyrics
Con un saco de Versace
Y un Cartier en la muñeca
Con un Mercedes del año
Regalos de papi y mami
Con Bousheron en el cuello
Y unos Carrera en los ojos
Con unos jeans de Valentino
El es un promo ambulante
Bastó para conquistarte
La pura tapicería
Bastó para disfrazarte
La pura bisutería
A ver si cuando estén solos
Y ya no este papi y mami
A la hora de estar desnudos
Los salva el señor Versace
Chicos de plástico, chicos de plástico
Cada oveja busca su pareja
Y se construyen su propia reja
Chicos de plástico, chicos de plástico
Su amargura la pintan de alegría
Y viven una pesadilla
Chicos de plástico
Entre esos trajes de lujo
Y ese tan extraño hablado
Con ese gran influjo
Que el norte les ha heredado
No es que este malo estar bien
Si es que tú te lo has ganado
Lo malo es ir presumiendo
Lo que tu papi te ha dado
Cuidado que entre la seda
Tambien cabe un papanatas
Cuidado que el caviar
Tambien le gusta a las ratas
Chicos de plástico, chicos de plástico
Cada oveja busca su pareja
Y se construyen su propia reja
Chicos de plástico, chicos de plástico
Su amargura la pintan de alegría
Y viven una pesadilla
Chicos de plástico
Lyrics translation
With a Versace bag
And a Cartier on the wrist
With a Mercedes of the year
Gifts from Daddy and mommy
With Bousheron on his neck
And a race in the eyes
With Valentino jeans
He's a traveling promo.
It was enough to win you over
Pure upholstery
It was enough to dress you up
Pure jewelry
Let's see if when they're alone
And not this daddy and mommy anymore
When it comes to being naked
Mr. Versace saves you
Plastic boys, plastic boys
Each sheep looks for its partner
And they build their own fence
Plastic boys, plastic boys
Her bitterness paints her with joy
And they live a nightmare
Plastic boys
Among those fancy suits
And that so strange spoken
With that great influence
That the North has inherited them
It's not that it's bad to be okay
If you've earned it
The bad thing is to show off
What your daddy gave you
Watch out for the Silk.
Also fits a papanatas
Watch out for caviar
He likes rats too.
Plastic boys, plastic boys
Each sheep looks for its partner
And they build their own fence
Plastic boys, plastic boys
Her bitterness paints her with joy
And they live a nightmare
Plastic boys