Asturies borracha

The day ZP won the elections
fate was sealed, I got a big buzz.
The day Spain got kicked out of the World Cup
what a "shame" I felt, couldn’t stop drinking.
The day they raised the big flag in Madrid
I got so wasted, it was all a blur.
The day they set up a breathalyzer check
I was so high, I couldn’t even stand straight.

I do nothing but drink
to forget, to drown
all the things that weigh me down
and I don’t want to think.

Where’s the calimocho to kick off the night?
Wherever there’s a bullring, let’s drown it in booze.
Where’s the cider, let’s ditch the Santina.
Where’s the bar where drunkenness is free from Spanish law?

The day Gustavo Bueno was on "Big Brother"
I got home dragging myself, couldn’t stop crying.
The day Aznar spoke with a Texas accent
I kept drinking, couldn’t help but laugh.
The day of Hispanicity or the Constitution
if you watch TV sober, you might get depressed.
The day a royal wedding happened
holding your drink, don’t cry from emotion.

How handsome is the motherfucker,
it’s the remedy we have left.
Fight for a drunk Asturias
and not for the dynamite.

Where’s the distillery, out with the monarchy.
Where there’s freedom at the bar, no alcohol ban.
Where there’s cold beer, out with the Statute of Autonomy.
Where’s the bar where drunkenness is free from Spanish law.