V.I.P. - Reincidentes

Son los capaces, son los creativos

Son el copon

Son los que marcan rumbo, señalan el camino

Son casi dios

Viajo en 1ª, siempre habra clases

Odio que huela a gentes normales

Finos, discretos, algo afectados

Mucho «sirviente», poco dar el callo

Cuanto mas guapos, cuanto mas ricos

Cuanto mas fuertes son mas cretinos

Ya, de un plumazo y sin remilgos

Hay que acabar con tal desatino

Ellos son los espejos, a lo que aspiramos

Nuestra frustracion

Ellos tienen gusto, tratadles con cuidado

Estan pasados de glamour

El club de golfo, pesas, rayos uva

Ya me he comprado genio y figura

Las visas oro, trato preferente

Las caras marcas marcan diferencia

Cuanto mas guapos, cuanto mas ricos

Cuanto mas fuertes son mas cretinos

Ya, de un plumazo y sin remilgos

Hay que acabar con tal desatino

Ramalazos de un ayer, que debe terminar

De una jodida vez

Coletazos de un poder.

Al que habra que asaltar

En guerra sin cuartel

They are the capable, they are the creative

They are the copon

They are the ones who set the course, point the way

They are almost god

I travel in 1st, there will always be classes

I hate that it smells like normal people

Fine, discreet, somewhat affected

A lot of "servant", little giving the callus

The more handsome, the richer

The stronger they are, the more cretins

Now, with a stroke of the pen and without fuss

You have to put an end to such nonsense

They are the mirrors, what we aspire to

our frustration

They have taste, treat them with care

They are out of glamor

The golf club, weights, sun rays

I have already bought genius and figure

Gold visas, preferential treatment

Expensive brands make a difference

The more handsome, the richer

The stronger they are, the more cretins

Now, with a stroke of the pen and without fuss

You have to put an end to such nonsense

Flashes of a yesterday, which must end

one fucking time

Tails of a power.

Who will have to be assaulted

In war without quarter