La Casa De La Bomba
El Canto del Loco
The House of the Bomb
Oooooooooh
Sitting on the stairs,
(time without talking),
the house of the bomb
(is a nice place),
it's time to think.
Oooooooooh
But they're arriving,
(noise and mess),
they take over the beach,
(always wanting more),
they don't know where they are.
Metal folding chairs, sunglasses,
cheese and ham sandwich.
The kids hate what they see and without talking
watch the old folks eat.
In the house, the house of the bomb,
the problem is the age.
In the house, the house of the bomb,
everyone watches without talking.
Oooooooooh
I forgot my parents
(so far from here),
I traded them for waves
(at sunset),
everything to live.
Oooooooooh
But they're arriving,
(noise and mess),
mistreating the beach,
(always wanting more),
they don't know where they are.
Metal folding chairs, sunglasses,
cheese and ham sandwich.
The kids hate what they see
and without talking watch the old folks eat.
In the house, the house of the bomb,
the problem is the age.
In the house, the house of the bomb,
everyone watches without talking.
In the house, the house of the bomb,
the problem is the age.
In the house, the house of the bomb,
everyone watches without talking.
