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Ell no Era un Cowboy

Ell no era un cowboy, no, no, no, no, no!
Ell no era un cowboy, no, no, no, no, no!
Era un muntador, sí
Era un muntador d'eugues en qüestió

Ell no era un cowboy, no, no, no, no, no!
Ell no era un cowboy, no, no, no, no, no!
Era un muntador, sí
Era un muntador d'eugues en qüestió

En néixer ja copsaren que tenia un do especial
No era pas un déu però ni molt menys un noi mortal
Guardava dins el pit, d'un vell cavall tot l'esperit
I renillava, com embogit

Sentia el gaudi i el plae
Amb la grata companyia d'una poltra.

La seva adolescència no va ser cap excepció
Amb prou feines s'immutava amb les mostres de passió
Les belles concubines exaltades per les mides
Suplicaven, i ell dei no, no, no!

Sentia el gaudi i el plaer,
Amb la grata companyia d'una poltra

Ei, tu, oblida els teus barrots!
Desfés-te dels tabús i ferra bé els teus quatre unglots

Ell no era un cowboy, no, no, no, no, no!
Ell no era un cowboy, no, no, no, no, no!
Era un muntador, sí
Era un muntador d'eugues en qüestió

Els seus amics casats eren clients d'un gran bordell
I ràpid s'adonaren que no era un lloc per a ell
A mitja nit fugia i a un estable es dirigia
Un pura raça amb molt d'amor

Sentia el gaudi i el plaer
Amb la grata companyia d'una poltra

I així se succeïren les nocturnes incursions
Fins que el pagès furiós va dir: n'estic fins als collons!
El va esperar amagat amb l'escopeta carregada i
Batzegada! Va caure mort
Aquella nit mil i una eugues
Van plorar amb dolor la seva mort

Si un divendres a la nit es presenta per desgràcia avorrit
Pots matar el teu temps estirat sobre el llit, somiant en eugues
I no siguis malpensat, l'onanisme no l'hem pas esmentat
Però és difícil viure lluny del pecat somiant en eugues
Si entre notes saps llegir
Comprendràs sense problemes el que jo t'intento dir
(Eugues)
Ell no era un cowboy, crec que això ha quedat prou clar
Sinó un super-heroi amb ànsies per volar

No és perquè fossin eugues, no senyor!
Podrien ser cavalls, o bé un parell de galls
O bé un ramat d'ovelles, totes elles
O una pedra o un vegetal, podria molt ben ser genial
Està ple de senyoretes amb "chihuahuas" entre metes.

Ell no era un cowboy, no, no, no, no, no!
Ell no era un cowboy, no, no, no, no, no!
Era un muntador, sí
Era un muntador d'eugues en qüestió

He Was Not a Cowboy

He was not a cowboy, no, no, no, no, no!
He was not a cowboy, no, no, no, no, no!
He was a rider, yes
He was a rider of mares in question

He was not a cowboy, no, no, no, no, no!
He was not a cowboy, no, no, no, no, no!
He was a rider, yes
He was a rider of mares in question

At birth, they already knew that he had a special gift
He was not a god but far from a mortal boy
He kept inside his chest, the spirit of an old horse
And he would neigh, like crazy

He felt the joy and the pleasure
With the pleasant company of a filly.

His adolescence was no exception
He hardly flinched at the displays of passion
The beautiful concubines, aroused by the size
Begged, and he said no, no, no!

He felt the joy and the pleasure,
With the pleasant company of a filly

Hey you, forget your bars!
Get rid of the taboos and fasten your four hooves tight

He was not a cowboy, no, no, no, no, no!
He was not a cowboy, no, no, no, no, no!
He was a rider, yes
He was a rider of mares in question

His married friends were clients of a great brothel
And they quickly realized that it was not a place for him
He would flee in the middle of the night and headed to a stable
A thoroughbred with a lot of love

He felt the joy and the pleasure
With the pleasant company of a filly

And so the nightly raids followed
Until the furious farmer said: I'm fed up!
He waited for him in hiding with the shotgun loaded and
Bang! He fell dead
That night a thousand and one mares
Wept with pain at his death

If on a Friday night it presents itself unfortunately bored
You can kill your time lying on the bed, dreaming of mares
And don't be naughty, we haven't mentioned onanism
But it's hard to live away from sin dreaming of mares
If you know how to read between the lines
You will understand without problems what I am trying to tell you
(Mares)
He was not a cowboy, I think this has been made clear enough
But a superhero with a desire to fly

It's not because they were mares, no sir!
They could be horses, or even a couple of roosters
Or a flock of sheep, all of them
Or a stone or a vegetable, it could be very well great
It's full of ladies with "chihuahuas" among goals.

He was not a cowboy, no, no, no, no, no!
He was not a cowboy, no, no, no, no, no!
He was a rider, yes
He was a rider of mares in question