Mala Gente
Pole.
Bad People
Blurry vision in a club in the capital
Smells like cheap liquor and suspiciously expensive perfumes
A friend of a friend is offering us a plan
I, who hate goodbyes, signed up without hesitation
To end up extending
More than I wanted
I ended up in a weird joint
Evacuated by the cops
It's 11 in the morning
With the Sun as company
Oh, if you could see our faces
Drunk on the main street
No, no, no
We don't want to go home
There's still a lot of day left
And who knows what could happen
No, no, no
We're not bad people
Excuse me, Mr. officer
We'll head to another bar right away
I, who had woken up
A little sad as always and with puffy eyes
I felt like
A good party
A few drinks with the family
I'll take care of the mess
There are colorful dresses
There are fairground loves
I'll show you the options
And you choose what you want
There are princesses without heels
Who aren't looking for love
There are thugs and thieves
But with a good heart
There are colorful dresses
There are fairground loves
I'll show you the options
And you choose what you want
There are princesses without heels
Who aren't looking for love
There are thugs and thieves
But with a good heart
No, no, no
We don't want to go home
There's still a lot of day left
And who knows what could happen
No, no, no
We're not bad people
Excuse me, Mr. officer
We'll head to another bar right away
My mother told me
That I always get involved
Don't tell me about it
Because then I feel bad
And my father doesn't understand
Why all of this amuses me
And no matter how much I think about it
I don't even know how to answer
