Sales, profits, wages, mortgages,
rent, buy, sell, let,
supply, demand, rising stocks,
bank shares are going up and down.

Inflation, devaluation,
exploitation, external debt. [x2]

Crisis. [x8]

Crime, theft, extortion, abduction,
robbery, rape, adultery, herpes,
human trafficking, “hostessing”, mafia, gambling,
vice, drugs, Sodom, Gomorrah.

War, missiles, bombs, torpedoes. [x2]

You pushed me,
I opened the door to evil,
I was to blame,
your control was terrible
and now I’m changing,
sometimes, I’d like to be God
tragic masks,
a Grand Guignol scenario.

I don’t know if I can
go on pretending to be brave,
saintly lives,
as an example of pain,
wuthering heights,
winds that come and go,
hundreds of zebras
seek death in the sea.

Sha guere baga nere e mon kali boi-boi-o. [x2]

Bavana guada pul de she mo, bavana guada pul de she mo de mone kali, basha a fi-io de e mone, kali boi-boi-o.

Sha guere baga nere e mon kali boi-boi-o. [x2]

Bavana guada pul de she mo, bavana guada pul de she mo de mone kali, basha a fi-io de e mone, kali boi-boi-o.

Sha guere baga nere e mon kali boi-boi-o. [x2]

Bavana guada pul de she mo, bavana guada pul de she mo de mone kali, basha a fi-io de e mone, kali boi-boi-o. [x2]

Straight lines dominate my life,
There are entrances but no exits.
I live immersed in monotony,
Repeating the same routine.
I can’t resist,
I don’t want to repeat
Situations I’ve lived a thousand times.
I always turn the same corners.

I’m going to escape, desert, finish.
A desperate journey to the east
where no one ever grows old.
[I’m] fed up embracing lost causes,
[fed up] with crusades against the invader,
I’m going to escape, desert, finish.
Intento no cumplir
I don’t want to succumb
to the whims of my enemies,
to desires that aren’t my own.

Club, a new club,
a new club,
[a] new Egyptians’ Club, new… (x2)

I knew this city
had little to offer,
I thought I’d never
go out again.
Cinemas, casinos, entertainment,
signs of a lack of imagination.
Drama and action-free nights.

Fixed hours watching the clock,
my fate got stuck in a rut.
Coach trips
[to] Segovia [or] Galapagar.
Dinner, lunches, frivolity,
split my life down the middle.

At the club…
If you’re thinking of going some night,
I make no guarantees about your future.
Something strange goes on in there:
some people go in and can’t get out.
[There are] axes, scissors [and] scalpels
in every corner.
[There are] saws, knives [and] high tension
all around you.
Noches con drama y acción

I questioned her in the dressing room about René’s death. She answered me evasively, "Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, don’t know".

“Come on”, she said, “I’ll got to tell you about some bloodstained pearls, trampled flowers, bloodstained pearls, trampled flowers.”

René was just an instrument, a front, nothing more. “My time will come” she calmy told me.

“Come on”, me dijo. “I’ve got to tell you about some bloodstained pearls, trampled flowers. Bloodstained pearls, trampled flowers.”

I accompanied her to her house, we said goodbye without a word. That was the last night, three shots kept her quiet.

I remembered her words, that story about bloodstained pearls, trampled floors. Bloodstained pearls, trampled floors.

With your stiletto heels, your painted eyes,
two kilos of rimmel and jet-black lips,
you’re stuck back in ‘73, with Bowie and T-Rex.

Ginormous shoulder-pads, glitter in your hair,
black, leopard-skin and leather nail varnish,
you’re stuck back in ‘73, with Bowie and T-Rex.

You’re the King of Glam, you can never change,
far-removed from other fads that come and go,
because you, you,
you’re the King of Glam.

You’re the King of Glam, you can never change,
far-removed from other fads that come and go,
because you, you,
you’re the King of Glam.

King of Glam.

It started without me realizing,
and then it became an obsession.
I had to bump him off
at the end of our meeting.
We looked at each other face to face
while I waited for my chance.
A careless slip and into his glass
went the arsenic.

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh and I said goodbye Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh he didn’t reply.

I dragged him through the corridor,
my nerves shot to pieces.
I brought him to the chimney
and there, incinerated him.
The holiday season began
[with] a pleasure cruise.
The Aegean was waiting for us
and I couldn’t go with him.

In Brazil, really close to Mato-Grosso,
a strange tribe practica un ritmo vil
large sacrifices, massacres and bacchanals,
they’re loyal to the devil, lots of vice, lots of vice.

Priestesses of Baal, esbirras de Satán.
Priestesses of Baal, esbirras de Satán.

Hipogeos plundered in a bloody ritual,
Rito and debauchery in the Brazilian jungle,
they drink their poison in ever-flowing cups.
Priestesses of Baal, esbirras de Satán.
Priestesses of Baal, esbirras de Satán.

Practicas infames, crimes en masse,
they eat human flesh, deep-fried or chargrilled,
It’s a cruel kingdom, devoid of principles,
there’s no law, lots of vice, lots of vice
Priestesses of Baal, esbirras de Satán.
Priestesses of Baal, esbirras de Satán.

It’s the same old story every night:
Wild rhythms on the tom-tom,
I hear elephants trumpeting,
rhinoceroses galopping.

The natives don’t sleep at night,
the drums aren’t going to stop.

Great bonfires will be lit,
Sacred fires will be stoked,
The witch doctors … speak,
White death will be woken.

The natives don’t sleep at night,
the drums aren’t going to stop.

Black magic, white man,
the drums aren’t going to stop.

The natives don’t sleep at night,
the drums aren’t going to stop.

The porters have already fled,
the cargo will be lost,
gold, diamonds, silver, ivory,
forty bullets in my rifle.

Stop dancing,
don’t move,
stop dancing,
don’t move,
stop dancing,
be careful,
stop dancing,
it’s so tiring,
I gave it up some time ago,
I don’t like jumping,
I don’t like dancing.
Why?
I’ve got to quit drinking,
I don’t like alcohol,
I don’t like drinking.
Why?
Nothing else to do,
Nothing to say,
I never go out anymore,
There’s no social life
Ya no hay nada que me atraiga
Nada que argumentar