Lyrics of V.I.P. - Reincidentes

V.I.P. (original)

Son los capaces, son los creativos
Son el copon
Son los que marcan rumbo, señalan el camino
Son casi dios
Viajo en 1ª, siempre habra clases
Odio que huela a gentes normales
Finos, discretos, algo afectados
Mucho «sirviente», poco dar el callo
Cuanto mas guapos, cuanto mas ricos
Cuanto mas fuertes son mas cretinos
Ya, de un plumazo y sin remilgos
Hay que acabar con tal desatino
Ellos son los espejos, a lo que aspiramos
Nuestra frustracion
Ellos tienen gusto, tratadles con cuidado
Estan pasados de glamour
El club de golfo, pesas, rayos uva
Ya me he comprado genio y figura
Las visas oro, trato preferente
Las caras marcas marcan diferencia
Cuanto mas guapos, cuanto mas ricos
Cuanto mas fuertes son mas cretinos
Ya, de un plumazo y sin remilgos
Hay que acabar con tal desatino
Ramalazos de un ayer, que debe terminar
De una jodida vez
Coletazos de un poder.
Al que habra que asaltar
En guerra sin cuartel

(translation)

They are the capable, they are the creative
They are the copon
They are the ones who set the course, point the way
They are almost god
I travel in 1st, there will always be classes
I hate that it smells like normal people
Fine, discreet, somewhat affected
A lot of "servant", little giving the callus
The more handsome, the richer
The stronger they are, the more cretins
Now, with a stroke of the pen and without fuss
You have to put an end to such nonsense
They are the mirrors, what we aspire to
our frustration
They have taste, treat them with care
They are out of glamor
The golf club, weights, sun rays
I have already bought genius and figure
Gold visas, preferential treatment
Expensive brands make a difference
The more handsome, the richer
The stronger they are, the more cretins
Now, with a stroke of the pen and without fuss
You have to put an end to such nonsense
Flashes of a yesterday, which must end
one fucking time
Tails of a power.
Who will have to be assaulted
In war without quarter