Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Él es... Rita la cantaora, artist - Hombres G. Album song Albums, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 05.12.2011
Record label: Dro East West
Song language: Spanish
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: |
(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: |