Текст и перевод песни Papina de Palma - Fans

Fans

Eras un tipo de pocas palabras
Con tus bolsillos por la calle caminabas
Y me sorprendiste con tu dulce cantar,
Y entonces me quise quedar.
No supimos manejar el tiempo
No durábamos ni un segundo quietos
A veces la luz no iluminaba
Y entonces no pude soñar.
Eras un tipo de poco mundo
Y mucha calle, un poco absurdo.
Te emocionabas cuando yo te miraba
Y ahora te veo pasar
Y descubrí el problema: tus fans.
Tus fans, tus fans
Me rechinan tus fans.
Tus fans, tus fans me rechinan tus fans.
Fuiste descubriendo lo que les gustaba, que pavada.
Te sale muy bien
Y ahora no te he vuelto a ver.
Te subiste un par de veces a un avión
Y ahora sos un Cristo Redentor,
Tu modestia es más falsa que un billete de 126
Y ahora no te quiero ver.
Tus fans, tus fans
Me rechinan tus fans,
Tus fans.
Tus fans, me rechinan tus fans.
Tus fan, tus fans, fans, fans, fans.
Me rechinan tus fans.
Me rechiiiiinan tus fans,
Tus fans.

Fans

You used to be a man of few words
Walking down the street with your hands in your pockets
And you surprised me with your sweet singing,
And so I wanted to stay.
We didn't know how to manage the time
We didn't last a second
Sometimes the light didn't shine
And so I couldn't dream.
You were a guy with a small world
And a lot of street, a bit absurd.
You got excited when I looked at you
And now I see you walking by
And I found out the problem: your fans.
Your fans, your fans
Your fans irritate me.
Your fans, your fans, your fans irritate me.
You started to discover what they liked, what a fool.
You get off on it
And now I haven't seen you again.
You got on a plane a couple of times
And now you're a Christ the Redeemer
Your modesty is faker than a $126 bill
And now I don't want to see you.
Your fans, your fans
Your fans irritate me
Your fans.
Your fans, your fans irritate me.
Your fans, your fans, fans, fans, fans.
Your fans irritate me.
Your fans really irritate me,
Your fans.