Translation of the song lyrics Él es... Rita la cantaora - Hombres G

Él es... Rita la cantaora (original)

El era un simple electricista
Pero una noche tormentosa
Arreglando un poste de telegrafos
Una fuerte descarga electrica
Transformo todas las celulas de su organismo
Y ahora… Cada vez que el se irrita
El es… Rita la cantaora
Ja, ja, ja, ja
Su verdadero nombre es Eusebio, es un honrado trabajador
No se te ocurra crispar sus nervios
Con una simple mirada de asco
Eusebio se descompone, es otro hombre
No lo conoces, Cuidado con la cara que pones
Era una noche de lluvia y viento
Eusebio volva de la central
Doblo la esquina y en un momento
Un par de enormes macarras quisieron robar…
Al pobre Eusebio, le echan al suelo
Cuando de pronto un grito estridente les paralizo…
Es Eusebio… No es posible, No es posible
No lo entiendo… Es materialmente imposible
Su bolsita pequea Adidas, se ha transformado en un bolso
Y su calva ya no es calva, es una melena larga
Ja… Ja…
Siempre se ha odo hablar de Rita
Pero nadie la ha visto en la ciudad
Se esta organizando una partida
Vengan conmigo todos los que sepan montar
Y en las colinas, se esconde Rita
Y por las noches alguien la odo cantar
Es Eusebio… No es posible…
Es Eusebio… No es posible…
Es Eusebio… No es posible, No es posible
No lo entiendo… Es materialmente imposible
Su bolsita pequea Adidas, se ha transformado en un bolso
Y su calva ya no es calva, es una melena larga (x2)
(Ondie, que pelos mas largos me han salio.)
(Historia basada en el cuento de Javier Molina:

Él es... Rita la cantaora (translation)

He was a simple electrician
But one stormy night
Fixing a telegraph pole
A strong electric shock
I transform all the cells of your organism
And now... Every time he gets irritated
He is… Rita the singer
LOL
His real name is Eusebio, he is an honest worker
Don't you dare get on his nerves
With a simple look of disgust
Eusebio breaks down, he is another man
You don't know him, be careful with the face you make
It was a rainy and windy night
Eusebio returned from the central
I turn the corner and in a moment
A couple of huge thugs wanted to steal...
They throw poor Eusebio to the ground
When suddenly a strident scream paralyzed them…
It's Eusebio... It's not possible, It's not possible
I don't understand it... It's materially impossible
His small Adidas bag, he has been transformed into a bag
And his bald spot is no longer bald, it's long hair
Ha ha…
He has always heard of Rita
But nobody has seen her in the city
She is organizing a game
Come with me all those who know how to ride
And in the hills, Rita hides
And at night someone heard her sing
It's Eusebio... It's not possible...
It's Eusebio... It's not possible...
It's Eusebio... It's not possible, It's not possible
I don't understand it... It's materially impossible
His small bag of him Adidas, has been transformed into a bag
And his bald spot is no longer bald, it's long hair (x2)
(Ondie, what longer hairs have come out of me.)
(Story based on the story by Javier Molina: