La Bella y el Músico - Muchachito Bombo Infierno

Bienvenido al lugar más cosmopolita

La bella impaciente cantaba al fantastico (¿?)

Ahora la bella durmiente y la bruja impaciente

Se ponen nerviosas si saco mi «guitar», me pongo a tocar

Mucho guiri

Mucho guiri y poco feeling

Toca suave

Mucha gili, que me quiere dormir

Y era fantastico, lugar tan anecdotico es tan magico

Yo tardo y lo que hicieron de piel ayer

La cuna de la rumba y del buen hacer

Eres la bella durmiente, la bruja impaciente

Y la niña que olvido dormir

Eres la guapa y la musa, eres la chica confusa

Que dice que no cuando te dice que si

Mucho guiri

Mucho guiri y poco feeling

Toca suave

Mucha gili, que me quiere dormir

No cantes por si me guapa, nu me que siguen mebona

Y vamos todos juntos a cantar a Barcelona

Pero dejame ver la del gato y el peret

Que suena el pescailla pa ayudar amanecer

Y a intenta' recorta' el himno que decia

Le dare verde alucino

Y amarillo a las cenizas

Y poder evitar la marca registra'

Sonido Barcelona, ruido de puerta cerra'

Mucho guiri

Mucho guiri y poco feeling

Toca suave

Mucha gili, que ya quiere dormir

No hay nada que hacer

La ciudad comprende ¿uormichi?

No hay nada que hacer

Si por la puerta no entra el carne'

No hay nada que hacer

Y asi la gente que se aburre

No hay nada que hacer

Y se olvida de quien es

Mucho guiri

Poco feeling

Mucho guiri

Que ya quiere dormir (x2)

No hay nada práctico

La calle con su musica y su bartulo

Pero me llama pa la foto si caemos bien

Me das un cacahuete, me parece bien

Y eso es solamente lo que opinio yo (yo!)

Y eso es solamente lo que opinio yo (yo!)

Y eso es solamente lo que opinio yo (yo!)

Viva los indios malos!

Welcome to the most cosmopolitan place

The impatient beauty sang to the fantastic (?)

Now sleeping beauty and impatient witch

They get nervous if I take out my “guitar”, I start to play

a lot of guiri

A lot of foreigners and little feeling

touch soft

A lot of gili, who wants me to sleep

And it was fantastic, such an anecdotal place is so magical

I'm late and what they did with skin yesterday

The cradle of rumba and good work

You are the sleeping beauty, the impatient witch

And the girl who forgot to sleep

You are the pretty and the muse, you are the confused girl

That she says no when she says yes

a lot of guiri

A lot of foreigners and little feeling

touch soft

A lot of gili, who wants me to sleep

Don't sing just in case I'm pretty, nume who follows mebona

And let's all go together to sing to Barcelona

But let me see the one with the cat and the peret

That the pescailla sounds to help dawn

And try to 'cut out' the anthem that he said

I'll give him green hallucination

And yellow to ashes

And to be able to avoid the trademark

Sound of Barcelona, ​​noise of a closed door

a lot of guiri

A lot of foreigners and little feeling

touch soft

A lot of gili, who already wants to sleep

There's nothing to do

The city understands uormichi?

There's nothing to do

If the meat does not enter through the door

There's nothing to do

And so the people who get bored

There's nothing to do

And he forgets who he is

a lot of guiri

little feeling

a lot of guiri

Who already wants to sleep (x2)

there is nothing practical

The street with its music and its bar

But he calls me for the photo if we hit it off

Give me a peanut, that's fine with me

And that's just what I think (me!)

And that's just what I think (me!)

And that's just what I think (me!)

Long live the bad Indians!