Nocturno de Princesa

Sha-la-la, la-la
Shu-du-ru-ru-ru-tu-ru-tu-ru-tu-ru-ru
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Here I am now waiting for no one, waiting for nothing
And a Coca-Cola so red and cold (uh-uh-uh-uh-uh)
And in the air, thousands of words sound
But I would destroy all the words
I would submerge you and drown you
And in a glance you would understand me
They are nonsense

And here I am now in the princess's VIP
And at that table there are several duchesses
An English blonde eats her hamburger
At the bar, a guy drinks his beer
Black music through the speakers
And the waiters you already know

And I write and describe (shu-da-da-pa)
What I am looking at (I'm leaving, I'm leaving)
The Beatles now old (pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa)
Watching the people

A thousand plastic flowers, a fantastic record
And Dracula looking at King Kong angrily
And Che Guevara spinning around
Spinning around, spinning around

And through the window
Almost no children
Just a sculpture
Made of hard aluminum

Arabs, French, guys who look like
Hippies or bourgeois and a drunken world
That zigzags, that zigzags
That zigzags, that zigzags
That zigzags, that zigzags
That zigzags, that zigzags

And here I am now waiting for no one, waiting for nothing
And a Coca-Cola so red and cold
And in the air, thousands of words sound
But I would destroy all the words
I would submerge you and drown you
And in a glance you would understand me, oh
Oh, they are nonsense

Shu-du-du-du
Shu-du-du-du
Shu-du-du-du
Shu-du-du-du
Shu-du-du-du