Mala Noche
Pappo
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 be 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 a fool, 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!.
