Translation of the song lyrics Lo Mejor De Ser Artista - Nacho Cano

Lo Mejor De Ser Artista (original)

Lo mejor de ser artista
Es el afecto de la gente
Los royalties, las sorpresas
Y el placer de complacerte
Por un rato de mi vida
Das tu cuerpo sin reparo
Si me paro tú me observas
Si es por coito o por cansancio
Que las giras y las drogas
Van minando tu salud
Y el aplauso a las neuronas
No les vuelve a dar la luz
Lo mejor de ser artista
Se ha quedado entre las piernas
De las mises que vienen tras los bises
Lo mejor de ser artista
Se ha quedado en la memoria
De la gente que por mi fueron felices
Estribillo:
Si la moda barre fuera mi momento
Y me ponen en el saco del que fue
No me importa, no me importa nada de esto
Que mi barco no navega en el ayer
Si la historia no me funde en una placa
Y mi fama se disipa en el pasar
No me importa, no me importa nada nada
Y en el cielo sobra la posteridad
Que la risa nadie me la va a quitar
Lo peor de ser artista son las neuras
Los insomnios, los pelotas
Los impuestos y las madres de las niñas
Que te abrasan con la charla
«Qué le haces a la chiquilla
No me come, no me estudia
Y con tu foto se masturba»
La mentira cuando digo
Que tú no eres una más
Que se crece cuando afirmo
Que te voy a llamar
Lo mejor de ser artista
Es que uno pilla la autopista
Y tira millas repartiendo golosinas
Si te he visto no me acuerdo
Y si recuerdo me confundo
Que el despiste es consecuencia del ingenio

(translation)

The best of being an artist
It is the affection of the people
The royalties, the surprises
And the pleasure of pleasing you
For a while of my life
You give your body without hesitation
If I stop you watch me
If it is due to intercourse or tiredness
That the tours and the drugs
They are undermining your health
And the applause to the neurons
It does not give them light again
The best of being an artist
It has stayed between the legs
Of the mises that come after the encores
The best of being an artist
It has stayed in the memory
Of the people who were happy for me
Chorus:
If fashion sweeps out my time
And they put me in the bag of which it was
I don't care, I don't care about any of this
That my ship does not sail in yesterday
If history doesn't melt me ​​into a plaque
And my fame fades in passing
I don't care, I don't care about anything at all
And in the sky there is plenty of posterity
Nobody is going to take my laughter away
The worst thing about being an artist is the neuras
The insomnia, the balls
Taxes and the mothers of girls
That they burn you with the talk
"What are you doing to the girl?
He doesn't eat me, he doesn't study me
And with your photo he masturbates"
The lie when I say
That you are not one more
That grows when I affirm
What am I going to call you?
The best of being an artist
It is that one catches the highway
And spend miles handing out candy
If I have seen you I do not remember
And if I remember I get confused
That the mistake is a consequence of ingenuity