
Release date: 22.05.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Los Putos Amos(original) |
Mirando viejas fotos hoy |
Has vuelto a recordar |
Aquel tiempo pasado tan difícil de olvidar |
Millones de locuras que no pasan al olvido |
Por mucho que lo intentes son cosas que has vivido |
Notas que la nostalgia te ha invadido el corazón |
Y con orgullo dices eso lo he vivido yo |
Antiguas compañías quedaron en el camino |
Unos por receptores otros por que han caído |
-Y aquí seguimos en la misma situación, ningunos |
Días arrepentido y dices pasan los años y esta |
Gente sigue igual pues aquí estamos,-y que!- |
Somos los putos amos!- |
Mucho hay que acordarse para poder recordar |
Esa banda abandonada del madrigono industrial |
La gente callejera despertaba y le asigna tu |
Ya no rige el sonido de lo desconocido |
Miras los comentarios de aquellos que abandonaron |
Creen que esto es una moda que ellos atrás dejaron |
Y yo escupo en su cara con orgullo y decisión |
A golpear en ellos diría mi bruta agresión |
-Y aquí seguimos en la misma situación, ningunos |
Días arrepentido y dices pasan los años y esta |
Gente sigue igual pues aquí estamos,-y que!- |
Somos los putos amos!- |
Si tengo ya razones para continuar |
Pero en nuestra memoria por siempre quedara |
Magníficos momentos juntos hemos vivido |
Grabada a fuego están en mi corazón amigo |
Mira odio y maldigo el día de tu despedida |
Van pasando los años y no se cierra mi herida |
Pero de nuevo el recuerdo de esos días de gloria |
Riéndonos del mundo juntos y haciendo historia! |
-Tu nos has dejado y tu recuerdo aquí estará! |
Por siempre vivo en nuestros corazones |
Es que ese hueco nadie lo podrá llenar |
Porque tu hermano,-si tu!- eres el puto amo- |
Estos es para ti hermano y amigo Daniel Vimi |
Efectos secundarios porque viviste como quisiste |
Y te fuiste siendo tu mismo |
Oi! |
punk! |
refugio! |
Esto es una locura ya no siento pasión |
Solo siento odio concierto tras concierto |
Por mucho que nos joda seguimos aquí |
Los mismos que nunca dejaran las fuerzas |
Ahí te ves soko! |
Dios quiero imitarle y no es imitarle |
Es cantar como él pero yo |
Joder ostias! |
Me cago en dios!!! |
(translation) |
Looking at old photos today |
you have remembered again |
That past time so hard to forget |
Millions of follies that do not pass into oblivion |
As much as you try, they are things that you have lived |
You notice that nostalgia has invaded your heart |
And with pride you say that I have lived it |
Old companies fell by the wayside |
Some by receivers, others because they have fallen |
-And here we continue in the same situation, none |
Repentant days and you say the years go by and this |
People are still the same because here we are,-and what!- |
We are the fucking masters!- |
You have to remember a lot to be able to remember |
That abandoned gang of the industrial madrigon |
The street people woke up and assigned your |
No longer rules the sound of the unknown |
You look at the comments of those who dropped out |
They think this is a fad that they left behind |
And I spit in his face with pride and determination |
To hit on them I would say my gross aggression |
-And here we continue in the same situation, none |
Repentant days and you say the years go by and this |
People are still the same because here we are,-and what!- |
We are the fucking masters!- |
If I already have reasons to continue |
But in our memory it will always remain |
Magnificent moments together we have lived |
Engraved in fire they are in my heart friend |
See I hate and curse the day of your goodbye |
The years go by and my wound does not close |
But again the memory of those days of glory |
Laughing at the world together and making history! |
-You have left us and your memory will be here! |
Forever live in our hearts |
It's that no one can fill that hole |
Because your brother,-yes you!- are the fucking master- |
This is for you brother and friend Daniel Vimi |
Side effects because you lived as you wanted |
And you left being yourself |
I heard! |
punk! |
shelter! |
This is crazy I no longer feel passion |
I only feel hate concert after concert |
As much as it fucks us we're still here |
The same ones who will never leave the forces |
There you look soko! |
God I want to imitate him and it is not imitating him |
It is to sing like him but I |
Damn oysters! |
I shit on god!!! |