No Me Gusta El Rock
Sombra, mi hermano era una sombra;
Transeúnte fiel de las sombras del tejado aquel.
El, exiliado a voluntad
Con el gato del vecino,
Convencido de que a occidente le huelen los pies
Es su antigrito preferido:
No me gusta el rock,
No me gusta el rock:
¡Que me den música country!
No me gusta el rock,
No me gusta el rock:
¡Que me den música country!
Cientos, millares de individuos,
Intentaron que depusiera pronto su altitud,
Que abandonara su postura,
Con sus trenzas de vikingo
Y el gran amor que sintió de joven por charlot,
O su antigrito preferido
No me gusta el rock,
No me gusta el rock:
¡Que me den música country!
No me gusta el rock,
No me gusta el rock:
¡Que me den música country!
Sombra, mi hermano era una sombra,
Que hace tiempo fue y se marchó sin decir ni mú.
El, exiliado a voluntad con el gato del vecino
Convencido de que a occidente le huelen los pies
Es su antigrito preferido:
No me gusta el rock...!!!
I Don't Like Rock
Shadow, my brother was a shadow;
Faithful passerby of the shadows of that roof.
He, exiled by choice
With the neighbor's cat,
Convinced that the West's feet smell
It's his favorite old saying:
I don't like rock,
I don't like rock:
Give me country music!
I don't like rock,
I don't like rock:
Give me country music!
Hundreds, thousands of individuals,
Tried to make him lower his altitude soon,
To abandon his stance,
With his Viking braids
And the great love he felt as a young man for Charlie Chaplin,
Or his favorite old saying:
I don't like rock,
I don't like rock:
Give me country music!
I don't like rock,
I don't like rock:
Give me country music!
Shadow, my brother was a shadow,
Who long ago left without saying a word.
He, exiled by choice with the neighbor's cat,
Convinced that the West's feet smell
It's his favorite old saying:
I don't like rock...!!!