Lyrics of La malcasada - Loquillo

La malcasada (original)

Me dices que Juan Luis no te comprende
Que sólo piensa en sus computadoras
Y que no te hace caso por las noches
Me dices que Juan Luis no te comprende
Que sólo piensa en sus computadoras
Y que no te hace caso por las noches
Me dices que tus hijos no te sirven
Que sólo dan problemas
Que se aburren
De todo y que estas harta de aguantarlos
Me dices que tus padres ya están viejos
Que se han vuelto tacaños y egoístas
Y ya no eres su reina como antes
Me dices que has cumplido los 40
Y que no es fácil empezar de nuevo
Que los únicos hombres con los que tratas
Son colegas de Juan en IBM
Y no te gustan los ejecutivos
Y yo que es lo que pinto en esta historia
Que quieres que haga yo que mate a alguien
Que de un golpe de estado libertario
Te quise como un loco no lo niego
Pero eso hace mucho mucho cuando el mundo
Era una reluciente madrugada
Que no quisiste compartir conmigo
La nostalgia es un burdo pasatiempo
Vuelve a ser la que fuiste, ve a un gimnasio, píntate más
Alisa tus arrugas
Y ponte ropa sexy no seas tonta
Que a lo mejor juan Luis vuelve a mimarte
Y tus hijos se van a un campamento
Y tus padres se mueren
Te quise como un loco no lo niego
Pero eso hace mucho mucho cuando el mundo
Era una reluciente madrugada
Que no quisiste compartir conmigo
Me dices que Juan Luis no te comprende

(translation)

You tell me that Juan Luis does not understand you
That he only thinks about his computers
And that he doesn't pay attention to you at night
You tell me that Juan Luis does not understand you
That he only thinks about his computers
And that he doesn't pay attention to you at night
You tell me that your children are of no use to you
that only cause problems
that they get bored
Of everything and that you are tired of putting up with them
You tell me that your parents are already old
Who have become stingy and selfish
And you are not his queen like before
You tell me you've turned 40
And that it is not easy to start again
That the only men you deal with
They are Juan's colleagues at IBM
And you don't like executives
And what do I paint in this story?
What do you want me to do to kill someone?
What about a libertarian coup
I loved you like crazy, I don't deny it
But that's long long ago when the world
It was a shimmering morning
that you did not want to share with me
Nostalgia is a crude pastime
Go back to being the one you were, go to a gym, paint yourself more
smooth your wrinkles
And put on sexy clothes don't be silly
Maybe Juan Luis will pamper you again
And your children go to a camp
And your parents die
I loved you like crazy, I don't deny it
But that's long long ago when the world
It was a shimmering morning
that you did not want to share with me
You tell me that Juan Luis does not understand you