Gente Bonita
Esto está lleno de niños locos, de niñas guapas, gente bonita
Acostumbrados a meter la pata, a poner tiritas
Porque esto está lleno de idas y venidas hasta que sale la luz del día
Porque nos encanta la movida, la gente rota
Hay polis de secreta, hay chinos vendiendo rosas
Ya no hay CD's piratas, ahora venden otras cosas
En puertas de discotecas, hay miradas peligrosas
Un pesao' dando la lata y dos sonrisas contagiosas
Siempre hay algún poeta que acaba hablando en prosa
Rumbas en la placeta de esas que no son famosas
Hay un par de chuletas que andan buscando una bronca
Se rifan papeletas y yo suelo tener todas
Esto está lleno de niños locos, de niñas guapas, gente bonita
Acostumbrados a meter la pata, a poner tiritas
Porque estoestá lleno de idas y venidas hasta que sale la luz del día
Porque nos encanta la movida, la gente rota
Hay músicos frustrados, cuerdas desafinadas
Amores embriagaos' que por descontado no llegan a nada
Hay genios escondidos, que no conceden deseos
Dicen que los han perdío' en algún asunto feo
Hay dos caritas guapas que quieren ser como tú
No tienen tu mirada y mucho menos tu actitud
Hay tanto tonto suelto que yo a veces me caliento
Pero como aquí hay de todo se me pasa en un momento
Esto está lleno de niños locos, de niñas guapas, gente bonita
Acostumbrados a meter la pata, a poner tiritas
Porque esto está lleno de idas y venidas hasta que sale la luz del día
Porque nos encanta la movida, la gente rota
Esto está lleno de niños locos, de niñas guapas, gente bonita
Acostumbrados a meter la pata, a poner tiritas
Porque esto está lleno de idas y venidas hasta que sale la luz del día
Porque nos encanta la movida, la gente rota
Beautiful People
This is full of crazy kids, pretty girls, beautiful people
Used to messing up, putting band-aids
Because this is full of comings and goings until daylight
Because we love the scene, the broken people
There are undercover cops, Chinese selling roses
No more pirated CDs, now they sell other things
At nightclub doors, there are dangerous looks
One annoying person and two contagious smiles
There's always a poet who ends up speaking in prose
Rumbas in the square, those that are not famous
There are a couple of tough guys looking for trouble
They raffle tickets and I usually have them all
This is full of crazy kids, pretty girls, beautiful people
Used to messing up, putting band-aids
Because this is full of comings and goings until daylight
Because we love the scene, the broken people
There are frustrated musicians, out-of-tune strings
Drunk loves that obviously lead nowhere
There are hidden geniuses who don't grant wishes
They say they lost them in some ugly business
There are two pretty faces that want to be like you
They don't have your gaze, much less your attitude
There are so many fools around that sometimes I get heated
But since there's everything here, it passes in a moment
This is full of crazy kids, pretty girls, beautiful people
Used to messing up, putting band-aids
Because this is full of comings and goings until daylight
Because we love the scene, the broken people
This is full of crazy kids, pretty girls, beautiful people
Used to messing up, putting band-aids
Because this is full of comings and goings until daylight
Because we love the scene, the broken people