180 Grados

180 degrees, 180 degrees is the inner sum.
180 degrees, 180 degrees you are not worth more than me.

I met her at a Latin Rock party, a Latin Rock party
With my sensual steps, she was dazzled, she wanted me.
I asked her to be my girlfriend, she said okay
She said 'Yes' right away.

But the next day
Everything changed
You didn't greet me, you didn't even look at me,
That hurt me.

Who will you be with?
Surely with Pepe, Juan, or Ramón.
Mari told me,
Talo caught them, Mari told me.
Embraced in the car, holding hands
Mari told me.

Since they have money
They think they are better than me
And your gas station, to my bicycle
You don't look at it anymore.

But you don't know, that I am intellectual
And you and I
Just like triangles (Triangles!)
That have different sides (And three angles!)
And that on the outside they look different
In the end, it's always the same.

180 degrees, 180 degrees is the inner sum.
180 degrees, 180 degrees you are not worth more than me.

180 degrees