Nunca Quedas Mal Con Nadie

Tell me, do you think you're protesting?
Tell me, do you assure me you're protesting?
Tell me, do you think you're a rebel or something like that

Hey, you complain about pollution
You talk about automation
Tell me, do you think you're a modern minstrel or something like that

You defend humanity
You cry because the world is very bad
You criticize society
You say everything should change
On stage, you folkorize your voice
Death to the city and its pollution
With your pretty melodies
And romantic sympathy
You never look bad with anyone

Hey... You tell me you protest
But... Your stance doesn't bother
Tell me... If your goal is to attack or win applause

You complain about bombs
You talk about the planet ending
But you never give a name
You're afraid of looking bad to someone
In the student gatherings and on television
Alongside the highness and conscious snobs
You think you're revolutionary and accusative
But you never look bad with anyone

You bore me with your intellectual stance
You're a bad copy of a hippie gringo
Your guitar, listen, bearded idiot!
Sold out to the applause of the conscious posers
You contradict all your famous protest
With your elaborate and beautiful harmonies
You're an artist, not a guerrilla
You pretend to fight
And you're just a cool shit

Never look bad with anyone
Never look bad with anyone
Never look bad with anyone
Never look bad with anyone
Why you!
Never look bad with anyone
Never look bad with anyone
Never look bad with anyone
Never look bad with anyone

Eat your fear of neutron bombs
Keep your poetry and your reasons
Cut it with the concrete jungle
I can't stand your artistic laments

Your little bag and your handmade poncho
Your posh attitude annoys me
I don't care about your protest
Because you never look bad with anyone

Never look bad with anyone
Never look bad with anyone
Never look bad with anyone
Never look bad with anyone
Never look bad with anyone
Never look bad with anyone

Never look bad with
Never look bad with
Never look bad with anyone