Ochoa – Mírales, felices Lyrics
Artist: Ochoa
Song: Mírales, felices
Mírales, felices, creyéndose libres
Dicen que la tele dice por el {?} de la liebre
Con matices, por mis narices
Deliran, deben tener fiebre (que no)
¿Quién les habrá dicho que les quedan bien esos bigotes?
Rasgos simples, trazos sencillos, monigotes
Temen al que piensa diferente y para defenderse de el
Te colocaran un capirote (ok)
Somos manzanas podridas como Johnny Rotten
Somos los orcos del pueblos, las tontas del bote
El azote de la gente guapa y del ayer
Borriquitos como Peret
Hey give them what you got
Give them what you got
Se están comiendo un mundo que los tiene agarrados por el cuello
Y buscan victimas, las victimas son ellos
Mientras yo lanzo al mar canciones que antes embotello
Y no me entero si el Athletic palma contra el Rayo
Y se preguntan donde esta el fallo, ¿Qué fallo?
Soy bobo de serie, no me hace falta ensayo
El que menos autoestima tiene es el mas gallo
Yo sencillamente os odio sin mas misterio
Y quiero ser el mas pintón del cementerio (okay)
Que me entierren con Club Masters y pendientes de oro
Entre Penélopes Glamour y Pedros Pellos
Yo me mantengo Hermético grito “¡Día de Mayo!”
(“¡Día de Mayo!” ) “¡Día de Mayo!”, ah
En la trinchera llueve sin remedio y se que moriré en el barro
Si te han contado lo contrario te han comido el tarro
Y yo, fumándome un canario en el carro
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Gaby Ochoa – Nostalgia
Gaby Ochoa – Ideas
Mírales, felices Lyrics – English Translation
Mirral, happy, becoming free
They say that the TV says for the hare
With nuances, for my nose
Deliran, should have a fever (no)
Who will have told them that those mustaches have good?
Simple features, simple strokes, monigots
They fear the one who thinks differently and to defend himself from the
They will put a capirote (OK)
We are rotten apples like Johnny Rotten
We are the Orcs of the Peoples, the fools of the boat
The scourge of beautiful people and yesterday
Borriquitos like Peret.
Hey Give Them What You Got
Give Them What You Got
You are eating a world that has them grabbed by the neck
And seek victims, the victims are they
While I throw songs to the sea that before bottling
And I do not know if the Athletic Palma against Rayo
And they wonder where the ruling is, what failure?
I am serial bobo, I do not need essay
The least self-esteem has is the most rooster
I simply hate you without more mystery
And I want to be the most cemetery paint (okay)
Let me bury with club masters and gold earrings
Between Penelopes Glamor and Pedros Pellos
I stay tight I scream “May Day!”
(“May Day!”) “May Day!” Ah
In the trench it rains without remedy and I know I will die in the mud
If you have counted otherwise you have eaten the jar
And I, smoking a canary in the car
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Ochoa Lyrics – Mírales, felices
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Release Year: 2002