Текст и перевод песни Charly Garcia - La Grasa De Las Capitales

La Grasa De Las Capitales

Que importan tus ideales
Que importa tu canción?
La grasa de las capitales
Cubre tu corazón
Por qué tenes que llorar?
Es que hay otro en tu lugar que dice:
"Vamos, vamos, la fama,
La oportunidad está aquí",
Lo mismo me pasó a mí, lo tienes
Todo, todo y no hay nada.
A buscar el pan y el vino
Ya fui muchas veces
A sembrar ese camino
Que nunca florece, no transes más.
Con la cantina, con la cantora
Con la T.V. gastadora
Con esas chicas bien decoradas
Con esas viejas todas quemadas
Gente re vista, gente careta
La grasa inmunda cual fugazzetta!
No se banca más!
La grasa de las capitales no se banca más.

Fats of the Capitals

What do your ideals matter?
What does your song matter?
The fats of the capitals
Cover your heart
Why do you have to cry?
Is that there is another in your place who says:
"Come on, come on, fame,
The opportunity is here,"
The same thing happened to me, you have it
Everything, everything and nothing.
To search for the bread and the wine
I have gone many times
To seed that path
Which never blooms, don't compromise anymore.
With the bar, with the singer
With the wasteful T.V.
With those well-dressed girls
With those old burned-out girls
People very reviewed, people with a mask
The rotten fat like fugazzetta!
It can't take it anymore!
The fat of the capitals can't take it anymore.