LYRICS
ANR 24 Mala Suerte
"El senor del mundo" CD
Empty glaze, with a grimed face,
You're walking down the street, the bottle in your hand
Between the distantful looks,
You're making your way.
Drunkhard, your name - The street is your redeemer!

The street is your life - Drunkhard!
It's not your fault - Drunkhard!
If the world is so rough - Drunkhard!

Amongst the card board boxes and trashes,
It's so hard to catch a glimpse of hope.
Tell me what keeps your link to society.
Your only friend - The wicked wine!

The street is your life - Drunkhard!
It's not your fault - Drunkhard!
If the world is so rough - Drunkhard!

Victim of a system, cruel , trite and unfair,
You're drowning in the depth of darkness.
Indifference is an insult to your condition on this planet
Individualism!

The street is your life - Drunkhard!
It's not your fault - Drunkhard!
If the world is so rough - Drunkhard!

This cruel and cold world makes you think.
This delicious redwine makes you forget.
The heat is growing, the fear is going.
Your empty life, drunkhard, you want to fulfill it.
Now that this cold world is making you think,
Now your clouded mind want to get over.
Between the taste of grape and the taste of the world,
You choosed rather, it will be the flavor of wine.
The fear, the suffering, and the money,
Are the master of the world's weapons.
Shake planet, this earth is his own.
United people, that's what he's going to blow up.

I'm the master of the world - He's running the planet and kills hope.

The lies, the corruption, the violence and unfairness - Alienation and lies.
Are the values of the master of the world - Are my favorite weapons.
Raised by the whip, obedient people - The dollar also is one of them.
United brothers, that's what he's going to blow up.

I'm the master of the world - He's running the planet and kills hope.

This mountain, this view, this quarter,
Are the master of the world's fortune.
With a little humanity and less shame,
He's running the planet and kills the hope.

I'm the master of the world - He's running the planet and kills hope.
When I wake up in the morning, I want to run away.
Ressource myself and smell flavours from faraway.
Jumping on the highway, I'll never be tired.
Singing on the road, I'll never get tired.

Fairs, the nightcaves, singers, the bulls.
Memories of my tender childhood.
Castanets, the sevillanas, fritters, and tapas.
So much memories.

On the life road, I'll keep on following your song.
My eyes blinded by the sun, I'll keep on looking for you.
On the life road, there is like a taste of infinity.
My heart is full of emotions, fears and tears.

Spain, my land,
You fill me with joy.
Spain, my inheritance,
A land of honour.

Fairs, the nightcaves, singers, the bulls.
Memories of my tender childhood.
Castanets, the sevillanas, fritters, and tapas.
So much memories.

Could you calm my sadness?
My heart is aching.
"Hey Chaval! What are you still doing on the street?"
I'm going away, I want to escape from this life.
Jumping on the street, I'll never get tired.

Spain, my land,
You fill me with joy.
Spain, my inheritance,
A land of honour.
One day I decided to go on
The guitar on my back, and my energy as a suitcase.
I'm going along the roads, where I lost myself so many times.
I'm going and follow my destiny steps.

Where do you go?
I'm seeking some new treasures.
Where do you go?
I want to change, change directions.

With my heavy heart, I'm taking this way.
Without stopping, I'm marching, my heart is free now.
I passed on Pepe's bar, the guy who holds the Buenaventura.
A sign with my hand, and I disappear.

Where do you go?
I'm seeking some new treasures.
Where do you go?
I want to change, change directions.

Each man has to take in and aims his destiny.
Each man is free to follow the rhythm of the street.
But he can stretch out ears and take his own breath.
That's the way my life goes, rythmed by the voice of the street.

Where do you go?
I'm seeking some new treasures.
Where do you go?
I want to change, change directions.
It's 6 o'clock in the morning,
You're waking up, what's happening?
Bad feeling, maybe a wrong guide.
Your dripping face shows your hard night.
Everything around you is heavy on yourself.

Suddenly, this happy living is losing of its sparkle,
Without grace.
After all the dead end, a passage without colors.
A new beginning with taste of running away.

Flowing memories, cruel pictures.
The words are powerless.
Your eyes don't need to say more.
Your weaked body is hardly struggling in vain.
Anything is senseless, except life.
I'm dreaming of revolution,
I'm dreaming about freedom.
I'm waiting for the people to wake up
And get conscious.
I'm dreaming about tolerance,
I'm dreaming about dignity.

I don't like machine guns, I don't like violence, I don't like to see blood spreading.

I'm dreaming about hope,
I'm dreaming about equality.
I'm dreaming about an united nation,
Not the United States with its king.

I don't like machine guns, I don't like violence, I don't like to see blood spreading.
Wake up! Give me your hand brother!
You're welcome revolution!

I'm dreaming about resistance,
I'm dreaming about humanity.
I'm dreaming that one of these days,
The people will fight against the leaders.

I don't like machine guns, I don't like violence, I don't like to see blood spreading.
Wake up! Give me your hand brother!
You're welcome revolution!
The balcony and the door of my house were opened,
And death, in my home, came in.

She came close, but did not even look at me.
With very thin fingers, she cut something fragile.

In silence, and without watching me,
The death came twice in front of me.

"What have you done?"
But death did not answer.

My quiet daughter, aching is my heart,
Ay, what death has cut, was the wire between us.
Terrorist, messager of a missing love
Explain me those tears,
That bloodbath.
Oh father ! Please forgive me!
I can't believe in you anymore!
Oh father ! Please forgive me!
But I have to fight for peace.

Terrorist,
Let the assassin leaders stand in fear.
Explain me those children,
Raised to kill.
Oh father ! Please forgive me!
I can't believe in you anymore!
Oh father ! Please forgive me!
But I have to fight for peace.

Caution, they will use your weakness.
Caution, they are laughing at you.
Caution, only "telling's vultures".
Caution, they're handling you, protect yourself!

Terrorist, terrorist, terrorist!
Let them fuck their ideas!
Terrorist, terrorist, terrorist!
Let them fuck their ideas!

Tell me what have you done with them.
Holding his dog in hand,
Here comes Ramon.
His blooded eyes.
He's drinking to avoid thinking.
Insulting all kids on the street,
Here comes Ramon.
Disculp him for being so bitter,
You have to see the dog life he has.

Ramon is angry.
On this way, he forgives nobody.
His life worth nothing.

Past 5O rods,
Here comes Ramon.
He has no friends, no wife either.
He changed them for a batard.
Challenging all the glances,
Here comes Ramon.
You shouldn't get him nervous,
Hot fighter Ramon.
I like your lips and your mischievous little face.
I like to wake up in the morning with you by my side.
I like your caresses and your wild eyes.
I like to stare your body up and down,
But more than anything else

Suck my balls
Please oh yeah suck them for me.
Your mouth and your eyes so sweet are driving me crazy.
Suck my balls
Please oh yeah suck them for me.
Don't let me like that, with balls on fire!

I like your smile and the smell of your skin.
I like when your lips run over my whole body
I like your caresses, I like those moments.
What I want is to be sticked to your body,
But more than anything else

Suck my balls
Please oh yeah suck them for me.
Your mouth and your eyes so sweet are driving me crazy.
Suck my balls
Please oh yeah suck them for me.
Don't let me like that, with balls on fire!
With sunglasses and moustache,
All dressed in blue,
Feet on the ground, here he is, our heroe.
Since he was a child, he's fond of order and mother country.
His own references named "Starsky and Hutch".
Blinded with your frights, its hard to recover reason,
To make you understand, that your fear is unreal, asshole!
How many troubles?
How many fights?
Because of your silliness.
Its too much, I can't get no more of your rudeness.

Roberto
Upholder of the law
Nation pride
Hanging around in the town,
Looking for victims.
To reach his end,
He's overtaxing the law.
Illness of our society, reflection of his blues.

Roberto bandit, he's making the law.
Thief of freedom, reflection of our society, of our laziness.
I'm opening my eyes, what a mess!
Clothes and bottles everywhere.
Aspirin, help me for God sake!
Come to my rescue please!

I'm closing my eyes, what a mess!
Everything is mixed up in my head.
Aspirin, help me for God sake!
Come to my rescue please!

Today how miserable you are!

King of an endless night.
Tomorrow is so hard to come.
Aspirin, help me for God sake!
Come to my rescue please!

Today how miserable you are!

Rough and hard way,
Which goes until the end.
Aspirin, help me for God sake!
Now and ever, I'll only drink water!

Today shame on my face!
Its 3 o'clock in the morning, and we don't want to sleep.
Excited by the dewy night, we don't want to be bored.
No, no, no! Is telling us a watchdog.
No, no, no! Nobody is going to enter here!

We had to backtrack, still decided to go on,
Looking for a cool place.
No, no, no! Is telling us another nervous giant.
No, no, no! No way to break the law, sorry!

Its 4 o'clock in the morning, and we're still thirsty on the street.
Here we are, there is no living soul to meet,
No reason to wait for more.
Only drunken brawls disturbing public order.
Only hobos to give life to the sad suburb.

The only thing we wanted, have a drink, listening to music,
Bad talking.
Dead city! Nobody to put the town in trouble!
What is that weird animal?
Which is always staggering,
Always followed by its likes - That's the way crazy cow goes!
Out of a fiction movie.

Oh no ! It's not a rumba - It's the crazy cow's dance!
So come and dance to the crazy cow's rhythm !

She did not smoke marijuana,
She did not drink beer either.
She's a quarry - That's the way crazy cow goes !
Of the economical war.

Crazy cow, crazy cow, crazy cow!
It's the crazy cow's dance!

Her, who's never been a bad milkcow
Now, she's dancing on a tightrope.
Bad balancing tricks - That's the way crazy cow goes!
Between madness and reason.

Oh no ! Its not rock'n'roll - It's the crazy cow's dance!
So come and dance to the crazy cow's rhythm!

Crazy cow, crazy cow, crazy cow!
It's the crazy cow's dance!