Te Hiero Mucho (Historia Del Amante Guisante)

Today I'm going to tell you about the pea lover,
the man who put on a great show in the air
with his silver helmet, green suit and
jet sneakers.

He got on that golden shuttle,
then wrote down coordinates
and on his cape he had written
an 'I love you' in neon lights.

An asteroid, there it goes ...
pea lover, our total hero.
Look how original,
slicing through the air for his virginal love.
And upon spotting his home,
the high-voltage cape lights up a special message.

When the breeze makes his cheeks dance
he looks down and sees his love on her knees.
What cruelty, cruelty,
what are so many men doing, my God?

While his beloved sees a plane on her buttocks,
pea notices a big fire behind him.
There are no brakes or direction,
I think he has lost control.

'An asteroid, there it goes',
his beloved said, watching the hero burn.
'A meteorite, there it goes',
and as she watched, her pleasure was beastly.
'Wings of fire, a flash',
are things that are never forgotten, never forgotten,
they cannot be forgotten.

He plummeted towards a girls' school,
he was going to tear apart the dressing rooms and toilets,
and upon seeing the end he did not suffer,
things of the state of shock.

Mamma, mamma ... there is no pain.
Mamma, mamma ... there is no pain.
Mamma, mamma ... long live the pain,
Mamma, mamma ... don't bite, no.
Mamma, mamma ... don't stop, no.
Mamma, mamma ... don't stop, no,
Mamma, mamma ... there is no pain.

Bye, bye, pea, bye,
what an act of heroism, what foolishness.
A reveure, adéu,
only in stories can you idealize.
Auf Wiedersehen, au revoir,
the muse is the means, no one is truly pure.
Ciao, sayonara, au revoir,
a myth or a suicidal guy?, tell me what you think,
or is the problem always hormonal?
No one notices a pea in bed anymore.