Son Amigos
Son amigos, mire usted
Perdiendo el tiempo
Que insensatez
Es algo que a veces
No entiende la gente
Tan buenos amigos
En el siglo veinte
El uno, con vena de artista
Es pintor surrealista
Pero hace dos años
Que no pinta un cuadro
Solo carteleras
De un cine malo
El otro, se ha puesto otro techo
Estudia derecho
Y no es que sea torpe
Pero no da golpe
No hay nada que hacer
No le importa suspender
(estribillo)
El uno, le cuenta a su novia
El trabajo me agobia
Y he de quedarme
En mi casa pintando...
Lo que hace es quedar
Y salir pitando
El otro, le pide a su padre
Que mande dinero
Que cambian las leyes
Salen libros nuevos
Y todo lo gastan entre su amigo y el
(estribillo)
El uno, es un poco bohemio
Normal en su gremio
Te cambia a kandinski
Por un par de wiskyes
Y al propio miró
Por un ron con hielo
El otro, es mas bien sibarita
Pero eso no evita
Que vino y flamenco
Le quiten el sueño
Dormir, que mas dá!!
Son amigos de verdad
Amigos de verdad
Amigos de verdad..
They're Friends
They're friends, you see
Wasting time
What foolishness
It's something that sometimes
People don't understand
Such good friends
In the twentieth century
One, with an artistic vein
Is a surrealist painter
But it's been two years
Since he painted a picture
Just movie posters
For a bad cinema
The other, has taken a different path
Studying law
And it's not that he's clumsy
But he doesn't lift a finger
There's nothing to do
He doesn't care about failing
(chorus)
One, tells his girlfriend
Work overwhelms me
And I have to stay
At home painting...
What he actually does is stay
And leave in a hurry
The other, asks his father
To send money
Laws are changing
New books are coming out
And they spend everything between him and his friend
(chorus)
One, is a bit bohemian
Normal in his trade
He swaps Kandinsky
For a couple of whiskeys
And Miró himself
For a rum on the rocks
The other, is more of a gourmet
But that doesn't stop him
From wine and flamenco
Keeping him awake
Sleep, who cares!!
They're true friends
True friends
True friends..