Lyrics of Club de fans de John Boy - Love of Lesbian

Club de fans de John Boy (original)

Todos los raros fuimos al concierto
Del gran telépata de Dublín
Media hora antes invadimos el metro
Yo iba obligado y tú en éxtasis
Y tanto os daba ocho como ochenta
A los fanáticos de John Boy
Frente al estadio ya cantabais sus temas
Primeras filas vuestra obsesión
Decíais que John Boy era boreal
Algo ambiguo y de infancia gris
Sinceramente yo lo detestaba hasta morir
La luz se desmayó, «¿con cual van a empezar?»
A ti te daba igual, dijiste: «acertará»
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh!!!
Como es posible que haya estado en tus infiernos
Es imposible, no, misterio
Y quien tuviera su don
Sería posible conocerte más por dentro
No lo conseguiré, saber más de ti
Yo no soy fan, otro fan de John Boy
Odio a John Boy, tu odiarás a John Boy
De aquellas masas era el gran insecto
«tiene poderes» llegaste a decir
Creo que lleva media vida huyendo
Quizás le pasa lo mismo que a mi
Había expandido su emisión global
Desde Lima hasta Reykjavík
Y sin embargo a quien tenía cerca no podía transmitir
Mirada universal de alcance personal
Me hipnotizó por fin con su verso letal
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh!!!
Como es posible que haya estado en sus infiernos
Es imposible, no, misterio
Y quien tuviera su don
Sería posible conocerte más por dentro
No lo conseguiré, nunca sabré
Si yo no tengo su don
Si yo no tengo su don
Y ahora ya soy, y ahora ya, ya lo soy
Y ahora ya soy, otro fan de John Boy
Y ahora ya soy, y ahora ya, ya lo soy
Y ahora ya soy, otro fan de John Boy

(translation)

All of us freaks went to the concert
Of the great telepath of Dublin
Half an hour before we invaded the subway
I was forced and you in ecstasy
And I gave you eight as well as eighty
To the fans of John Boy
In front of the stadium you were already singing their songs
First rows your obsession
You said that John Boy was boreal
Something ambiguous and of gray childhood
Honestly I hated him to death
The light passed out, "which one are you going to start with?"
You didn't care, you said: "it will be right"
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh!!!
How is it possible that I have been in your hells
It's impossible, no, mystery
And whoever had his gift
It would be possible to know you more inside
I won't get it, know more about you
I'm not a fan, another fan of John Boy
I hate John Boy, you'll hate John Boy
Of those masses was the great insect
"has powers" you came to say
I think he's been on the run for half his life
Maybe the same thing happens to me
It had expanded its global broadcast
From Lima to Reykjavik
And yet to whom he was close he could not transmit
Personal Reaching Universal Gaze
He hypnotized me at last with his lethal verse
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh!!!
How is it possible that he has been in his hells
It's impossible, no, mystery
And whoever had his gift
It would be possible to know you more inside
I won't get it, I'll never know
If I don't have your gift
If I don't have your gift
And now I am, and now I am, I am
And now I am another fan of John Boy
And now I am, and now I am, I am
And now I am another fan of John Boy