El Rey Desnudo

It doesn't come hand in hand to be happy
And to indulge the pessimist
Of all the examples, the first one
Had a vocation for art

Today the father of enemies has come to have fun at home
And even though he doesn't know well what's going on with us
He has little to do with me
Pluck the feathers well
Today I'll be your commercial applause
In case there are doubts
I didn't come to play

Make it worth it
To be hanged for not condemning
The love of whatever class
Now I'm starting to feel capable
Of shouting my age at the mirror
Of laughing when I'm not so well
Of swearing I'll quit tomorrow
Of admitting I'm not going to do it

Let everyone see the naked king
Let them know well who they admire
Convince us of the law of the funnel
With more applause of lies

Get off the moon
Today I'll be your commercial band
No doubt about it
I didn't come to play

Make it worth it
To be hanged for not condemning
The love of whatever class
Now I'm starting to feel capable
Of shouting my age at the mirror
Of laughing when I'm not so well
Of swearing I'll quit tomorrow
Of admitting I'm not going to do it

Make it worth it
To be hanged for not condemning
The love of whatever class
Now I'm starting to feel capable
Of shouting my age at the mirror
Of laughing when I'm not so well
Of swearing I'll quit tomorrow
Of admitting I'm not going to do it