Hombres G — El Es... Rita La Cantaora song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Es... Rita La Cantaora" by Hombres G.
Lyrics
El era un simple electricista,
pero una noche tormentosa,
arreglando un poste de telegrafos
una fuerte descarga electrica
transformo todas las celulas de su organismo
y ahora… cada vez que el se irrita,
el es… Rita la cantaora.
JA, JA, JA, JA Su verdadero nombre es Eusebio, es un honrado trabajador.
No se te ocurra crispar sus nervios,
con una simple mirada de asco
Eusebio se descompone, es otro hombre
no lo conoces, Cuidado con la cara que pones.
Era una noche de lluvia y viento,
Eusebio volvía de la central,
doblo la esquina y en un momento,
un par de enormes macarras quisieron robar…
al pobre Eusebio, le echan al suelo,
cuando de pronto un grito estridente les paralizo…
Es Eusebio… No es posible, No es posible
No lo entiendo… es materialmente imposible.
Su bolsita pequeña Adidas, se ha transformado en un bolso
y su calva ya no es calva, es una melena larga
JA… JA…
Siempre se ha oído hablar de Rita,
pero nadie la ha visto en la ciudad.
Se esta organizando una partida,
vengan conmigo todos los que sepan montar,
y en las colinas, se esconde Rita,
y por las noches alguien la oído cantar.
Es Eusebio… No es posible…
Es Eusebio… No es posible…
Es Eusebio… No es posible, No es posible
No lo entiendo… es materialmente imposible.
Su bolsita pequeña Adidas, se ha transformado en un bolso
y su calva ya no es calva, es una melena larga (x2)
(Ondie, que pelos mas largos me han salio.)
(Historia basada en el cuento de Javier Molina: «Hombre Mona»)
Lyrics translation
He was a simple electrician,
but a stormy night,
fixing a telegraph pole
a strong electric shock
I transform all the cells of his organism
and now ... every time he gets angry,
this is Rita the singer.
HA, HA, HA, HA his real name is Eusebius, he's an honest worker.
Don't you even think about twitching her nerves.,
with a simple look of disgust
Eusebius breaks down, he's another man
you don't know him, watch your face.
It was a night of rain and wind,
Eusebius was returning from central,
I turn the corner and in a moment,
a couple of huge macaroni wanted to steal…
poor Eusebius is thrown to the ground,
when suddenly a screeching cry paralyzed them…
It's Eusebius ... it's not possible, it's not possible
I don't understand ... it's materially impossible.
Your little Adidas bag has been transformed into a bag
and His Bald Head is no longer bald, it's a long mane
HA... HA…
You've always heard of Rita,
but no one's seen her in town.
A game is being organized,
come with me all those who know how to ride,
and in the hills, Rita hides,
and at night someone heard her sing.
It's Eusebius ... it's not possible…
It's Eusebius ... it's not possible…
It's Eusebius ... it's not possible, it's not possible
I don't understand ... it's materially impossible.
Your little Adidas bag has been transformed into a bag
and his bald is no longer bald, it is a long mane (x2)
(Ondie, that longer hairs have come out of me.)
(Story based on the story of Javier Molina: "man Mona»)