Текст и перевод песни Rafa Pons feat. La Pegatina - Capullo Tonic (Con la Pegatina)

Capullo Tonic (Con la Pegatina)

Le conocí de noche en una fiesta muy loca
Llevaba el móvil en el cinturón
Tenía cuenta en forocoches
Siempre torcía la boca
Y conducía un Ford Orion.

Era un megacuñado que opinaba con firmeza
De cosas que no lograba entender
Pajillero diplomado en el chat de Terra
Larios era su ginebra y su tónica Schweppes.
Llamaba coleguita a los dependientes
Y panchito a cualquiera del sur.
Y en los chistes de Torrente no reía por lo mismo que tú.

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Casi no lo reconozco al verlo este verano
En un mercado medieval de Benidorm.
Ahora es limpia, anti vacunas, vegano
Y se gana la vida como coach.
Se relaja con mandalas, ya no habla de chavalas
Son compañeras de lo espiritual.
Pero si sube mal la mezcla de tofu con seitan
Manda fotos por privado de su polla en Instagram.
Para tomar ginebra utiliza un jarrón
Echa lo que encuentra por ahí
Rúcula, pimienta, diez pepinos
Y hasta un puto bonsai

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Capullo Tonic, Tonic, Tonic, ie ie
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Capullo Tonic

Ahora tiene una afición
Tres veces por semana
Dice que cocina
Cerveza artesana
Y sin escrúpulos
Distingue lúpulos
Y se siente un samurai
Una especie de mezcla entre Arguiñano y Walter Wine

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Capullo Tonic, Tonic, Tonic, ie ie
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Capullo Tonic
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Capullo Tonic

Capullo Tonic (With the Pegatina)

I met him at night at a crazy party
He carried his phone in his belt
He had an account on forocoches
He always twisted his mouth
And he drove a Ford Orion.

He was a great brother-in-law who had a firm opinion
Of things he couldn't understand
Wanker graduated in the Terra chat
Larios was his gin and his Schweppes tonic.
He called the assistants buddy
And he called anyone from the south a Mexican.
And in Torrente's jokes he didn't laugh for the same reason as you.

Tonic jerk, Tonic, Tonic, ie ie
Tonic jerk, Tonic, Tonic, ie ie
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Tonic jerk
Tonic jerk, Tonic, Tonic, ie ie
Tonic jerk, Tonic, Tonic, ie ie
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Tonic jerk

I hardly recognized him when I saw him this summer
At a medieval market in Benidorm.
Now he's clean, anti-vaccine, vegan
And he makes a living as a coach.
He relaxes with mandalas, he no longer talks about girls
They are companions of the spiritual.
But if the tofu and seitan mix goes wrong
He sends private photos of his cock on Instagram.
To have gin he uses a vase
He throws in whatever he finds around
Arugula, pepper, ten cucumbers
And even a fucking bonsai

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Tonic jerk, Tonic, Tonic, ie ie
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Tonic jerk
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Tonic jerk, Tonic, Tonic, ie ie
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Tonic jerk

Now he has a hobby
Three times a week
He says he cooks
Craft beer
And without scruples
He distinguishes hops
And he feels like a samurai
A kind of mix between Arguiñano and Walter Wine

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Tonic jerk, Tonic, Tonic, ie ie
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Tonic jerk
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Tonic jerk, Tonic, Tonic, ie ie
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Tonic jerk