Son Amigos
Miguel Bosé
They're Friends
They're friends, you see
Wasting time
What foolishness
It's something that sometimes
People don't understand
Such good friends
In the twentieth century
One, with an artistic vein
Is a surrealist painter
But it's been two years
Since he painted a picture
Just movie posters
For a bad cinema
The other, has taken a different path
Studying law
And it's not that he's clumsy
But he doesn't lift a finger
There's nothing to do
He doesn't care about failing
(chorus)
One, tells his girlfriend
Work overwhelms me
And I have to stay
At home painting...
What he actually does is stay
And leave in a hurry
The other, asks his father
To send money
Laws are changing
New books are coming out
And they spend everything between him and his friend
(chorus)
One, is a bit bohemian
Normal in his trade
He swaps Kandinsky
For a couple of whiskeys
And Miró himself
For a rum on the rocks
The other, is more of a gourmet
But that doesn't stop him
From wine and flamenco
Keeping him awake
Sleep, who cares!!
They're true friends
True friends
True friends..
