Mala Noche
Riff
Bad Night
The morning arrives like a vengeful one,
And he who doesn't remember where the hell he was going;
He wears his lost link jacket,
Like the mask of a fallen god.
The traces he left are very, very good,
He didn't want the cops to have any trouble;
He thought he would appear on the front page,
He had made a mistake as the hero of tomorrow.
Bad, bad, bad, bad night,
Bad, bad night!;
Bad, bad, bad, bad night,
Bad, bad night!.
I swear I haven't smoked marijuana, officer,
He said nervously as he fell;
And the judge says to him: 'kid, what the hell did you do?,
Now, for being stupid, I sentence you, you're done!'.
Bad, bad, bad, bad night,
Bad, bad night!;
Bad, bad, bad, bad night,
Bad, bad night!.
Maybe it's a good thing he doesn't go far,
And I bet he has a chance to grow old;
Victim of television dream,
Another voluntary hostage of confusion.
Bad, bad, bad, bad night,
Bad, bad night!;
Bad, bad, bad, bad night,
Bad, bad night!.
