La Grasa de Las Capitales
Serú Girán
The Fat of the Capitals
What do your ideals matter anymore?
What does your song matter?
The fat of the capitals
Cover your heart
Why do you have to cry?
There is another in your place who says
Come on, come on, fame
Your opportunity is there
The same thing happened to me, you got it
Everything, everything and there is nothing
Go get the bread and wine
I've been there many times
To sow that path
That never blooms
Don't trade anymore!
With the canteen, with the singer
With the spending television
With those well decorated girls
With those old women all burned
People re-seen, people mask
The fat floods like a fugazzetta!
I can't take it anymore!
I can't take it anymore!
I can't take it anymore!
I can't take it anymore!
The fat of the capitals can't take it anymore
The fat in the capitals can't take it anymore!
Don't trade anymore
(Don't stop dancing!)
(Don't stop dancing!)
(Don't stop dancing!)
I can't take it anymore!
I can't take it anymore!
I can't take it anymore!
I can't take it anymore!
The fat of the capitals can't take it anymore
The fat in the capitals can't take it anymore!
