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Masculino singular - Directo Las Ventas

Picaporte, no es que yo me meta ni me importe
Pero si pierdes el norte
No va a haber un dios que te soporte

Berberecho, te pasas el día sacando pecho
Debes estar satisfecho
Un hombre debe ser hecho y derecho

Y tú que no te quieres enterar
Pidiendo tu marchita y al tran tran
Buscando la salida, porque si hay una salida por aquí tiene que estar
Y siempre vueltas a empezar
No sabes si vienes o te vas
Buscando una salida, porque si hay salida por aquí tiene que estar
Ve despacito que te vas a fatigar
Amigo saturnino, masculino singular

Inocente, el que mucho abarca mucho miente
Y hasta de cuerpo presente
Luce presumido y reticente

Solomillo, ¿lo quieres de ida y vuelta o sencillo?
Echa a correr, que te pillo
Sin descolocarme ni el flequillo

Tú que no te quieres enterar
Pidiendo tu marchita y al tran tran
Buscando una salida, porque si hay una salida por aquí tiene estar
Y siempre vueltas a empezar y no sabes si vienes o te vas
Buscando la salida, porque si hay unas salida por aquí tiene estar
Ve despacito que te vas a fatigar
Amigo saturnino, masculino singular

Picaporte, no es que yo me meta ni me importe
Pero si pierdes el norte
No va a haber un dios que te soporte

Picaporte, no es que yo me meta ni me importe
Pero si pierdes el norte
No va a haber un dios que te soporte
Masculino singular, gracias

Masculine Singular - Live Las Ventas

My dearest darling, don't take this personally, I don't want to pry
But if you stray too far off course,
There won't be a single soul left to support you.

My precious love, you strut around like a peacock all day
Inflating your chest like a helium balloon.
A man should be made of integrity and honor.

But you, my stubborn darling, you just can't seem to get it right.
You trudge along, dragging your feet like a weary traveler,
Seeking an escape, convinced that there must be a way out.
But you keep going round and round in circles,
Unsure of whether you're coming or going.
You search for an exit, believing that it must be somewhere nearby,
Yet you wear yourself out with your endless journeys.
My dear saturnine friend, you are the epitome of masculinity personified.

My innocent one, those who cast a wide net often end up ensnared in lies.
Even in the face of death,
You maintain your vain and pretentious facade.

My tenderloin, do you prefer your steak cooked medium-rare or well-done?
Run for your life, my dear, because I'm hot on your heels,
And I won't even muss my hair.

But you, my dear, you just can't seem to get it right.
You trudge along, dragging your feet like a weary traveler,
Seeking an escape, convinced that there must be a way out.
But you keep going round and round in circles, unsure of whether you're coming or going.
You search for an exit, believing that it must be somewhere nearby,
Yet you wear yourself out with your endless journeys.
My dear saturnine friend, you are the epitome of masculinity personified.

My dearest darling, don't take this personally, I don't want to pry
But if you stray too far off course,
There won't be a single soul left to support you.

My dearest darling, don't take this personally, I don't want to pry
But if you stray too far off course,
There won't be a single soul left to support you.
Masculine Singular, thank you