Joaquin Sabina — Que Demasiao song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Que Demasiao" by Joaquin Sabina.
Lyrics
Macarra de ceñido pantalón
Pandillero tatuado y suburbial,
Hijo de la derrota y el alcohol,
Sobrino del dolor,
Primo hermano de la necesidad.
Tuviste por escuela una prisión,
Por maestra una mesa de billar,
Te lo montas de guapo y de matón.
De golfo y de ladrón
Y de darle al canuto cantidad.
Aún no tienes años pa votar
Y ya pasas del rollo de vivir.
Chorizo y delincuente habitual
Contra la propiedad
De los que no te dejan elegir.
Si al fondo del oscuro callejón
Un Bugatti te come la moral.
A punta de navaja y empujón
El coche vacilón
Va cambiando de dueño y de lugar.
Que no se mueva nadie -has ordenao-
Y van ya quince atracos en un mes.
Tu vieja apura el vino que has mercao
Y nunca ha preguntao:
¿De dónde sale todo este parné?
La pasma va pisándote el talón,
Hay bronca por donde quiera que vas,
Las chavalas del barrio sueñan con
Robarte el corazón
Si el sábado las llevas a bailar.
Una noche que andabas desarmao
La muerte en una esquina te esperó,
Te pegaron seis tiros descaraos
Y luego desangrao
Te ingresaron en el piramidón.
Pero antes de palmarla se te oyó
Decir: ???Que demasiao,
De esta me sacan en televisión…
Lyrics translation
Tight-fitting trousers
Tattooed, suburban gangbanger,
Son of defeat and alcohol,
Nephew of pain,
Cousin brother of necessity.
You had a prison for school,
By teacher a pool table,
You're doing it like a good-looking guy and a bully.
Gulf and thief
And to give the canuto quantity.
You are not yet years old PA vote
And you're off the hook.
Chorizo and habitual delinquent
Against property
The kind that won't let you choose.
If at the bottom of the dark alley
A Bugatti you as the moral.
At the tip of a knife and push
The car falters
He's changing owners and places.
Don't let anyone move.-
Fifteen robberies in a month.
Your old hurry the wine you have mercao
And he's never asked:
Where does all this parné come from?
La pasma is stepping on your heel,
There's a fight everywhere you go,
The girls in the neighborhood dream of
Steal your heart
If you take them dancing on Saturday.
One night you were unarmed
Death in a corner waited for you,
You got six brazen shots.
And then I bleed out
You were admitted to the pyramid.
But before you palmarla you heard
Say:???That too much,
This is what I get on TV.…