No hierve tu sangre
Platero Y Tu
Your blood doesn't boil
Boy, change your nose
I will help you succeed
You will appear on TV
And even on National Radio
Now sing this song
"tralalá, lori, lorá"
it's not very good, I know
but it can be sold
You've always liked more
Leather than rock'n'roll
And going out to show off
Than writing a song
You've fooled that boy
With your picture on his wall
And you've cut the cod
Before throwing the net
It doesn't matter
That you lie,
That you deceive,
That you feel nothing
For rock'n'roll
It doesn't matter...
That you lie,
That you deceive,
Your blood doesn't boil
That you lie...
You think I envy you
For playing on Los 40
But you don't even disgust me,
You just make me feel sorry
So many photos, so many poses,
So much, so much nonsense
Hang a stone around your neck
And now throw yourself into the river.
