Primavera

Spring, spring
tits and asses, asses and tits
tits and asses and asses and tits.
Singing this tune with unleashed lust
down Alcalá street with my dick about to burst.
It was noon and life was smiling.
I moved clumsily, I was full of beer
and wine.

A coup d'état, commanded by my cock,
had just robbed me of all reasoning.
My neurons kidnapped by vile testosterone!
Catastrophic ending, I've become completely
stupid.

Spring, spring
tits and asses, asses and tits
tits and asses and asses and tits.

Dirty old men and whores copulated on the sidewalk,
practicing anal sex with whips and such.
Ambulances with sirens were on the move
with their happy codfish, transporting some dead
person to the morgue.

Things were getting lively, I'm already fucking
on top of myself
and my tool for sinning could get gangrenous.
Exceeding my limits and fearing for my life,
I can't walk anymore and I'm about to faint
help!

Spring, spring
tits and asses and asses and tits
tits and asses and asses and tits.

I went behind a hedge to break the routine
and rubbed, rubbed, rubbed with my hand and foot.
A great sticky and condensed flood
and a cigarette for the chest, love leaves you
mush.

Then I got sleepy, I fell asleep behind a bush
and I dreamed, dreamed, dreamed, don't ask about
what.
I woke up sore, underwear stuck,
and I said to myself: 'What are you doing? Do you
still want more?
What is this?'

Spring, spring
tits and asses and asses and tits
and tits and asses and asses and tits
and tits and asses and asses and tits.

You're so flirtatious.
I'm going to get cramps in my pants.