Lyrics and translation Chivi - Nos Hemos Vuelto Locos

Nos Hemos Vuelto Locos

Desfilan por la tele
Fantoches y peleles
Puretas, comunistas de pastel.
Y salen del harmario
Matones y sicarios
Del brazo de alcaldesas del PP.

Mi eposo me apalea
Aunque nadie me crea
Mis cuernos son portada en Interviu.

Striptease de modelos
Y yo en mi casa en celo
Le arrancaría de un mordisco del DIU.

Así está el panoram nacional
Nos hemos vuelto locos.
Nos hemos vuelto locos.
Nos hemos vuelto locos de verdad.

Se creen periodistas
Incultos y fascistas
Que encumbran subnormales de alquiler
Van de intelectuales,
Casposos lame ojales
Que ya no tienen nada que perder.

Y suben al parnaso
Güaltrapas y payasos
Inútiles del arte de cantar.

Tullidos jorobados,
Putones desdentados
Nos hacen cada día vomitar.

Fotografía de la actualidad
Nos hemos vuelto locos,
Nos hemos vuelto locos,
Nos hemos vuelto locos de verdad.

Y desde mi sillón
Hoy reservé barrera
Para un nuevo desfile
De rameras.

Pedorras anormales,
40 principales
Del tedio de la nausea más hortera.

Que viva el karaoke,
Que al perro de San Roque
El rabo se le empalma al observar.

A misses y famosas
Que alternan prensa rosa
Con páginas de la sección relax.

Mi hamster tiene estrés por no follar
Nos hemos vuelto locos,
Nos hemos vuelto locos,
Nos hemos vuelto loquitos de atar.
Nos hemos vuelto locos,
Nos hemos vuelto locos de verdad.

We've Gone Mad

They parade on TV
Puppets and puppets
Old-fashioned, communist wallets.
And they come out of the closet
Thugs and hitmen
Arm in arm with PP mayors.

My husband beats me
Although nobody believes me
My horns are on the cover of Interviu.

Striptease of models
And me in my house in heat
I would tear his IUD out with a bite.

That's how the national scene is
We've gone mad.
We've gone mad.
We've really gone mad.

They think they're journalists
Uncultured and fascist
That elevate subnormal people for rent
They pretend to be intellectuals,
Tacky wimps
Who have nothing left to lose.

And they rise to the top
Trumps and clowns
Useless people in the art of singing.

Crippled hunchbacks,
Toothless whores
They make us vomit every day.

Photography of the present
We've gone mad,
We've gone mad,
We've really gone mad.

And from my armchair
Today I reserved a barrier
For a new parade
Of whores.

Abnormal bitches,
Top 40
Of the most uncool nausea.

Long live karaoke,
That to Saint Roch's dog
His tail gets hard when he looks.

To misses and famous people
Who alternate between celebrity gossip
With pages from the adult section.

My hamster is stressed out because he doesn't fuck
We've gone mad,
We've gone mad,
We've totally lost it.
We've gone mad,
We've really gone mad.