Fiesta De Locos (en inglés)

Fiesta De Locos
In my head I have green worms
Biting the veins of the brain, so I am a rebel
As an old man in shorts running bikes
With viagra in pockets
I'm a rebel like an acolyte at church,
smoking cigarettes
But the nuns suspects
I'm a rebel like a cow that does not give milk
All old ladies with hairy legs
With free spirit and modern mind
Stop breaking your head and jump on the table
Above the french fries
Coke, rum and beer in the air
Providing from Mexico to Buenos Aires
With all the mafia, the corillo, the band
Brazilian samba dancing with 10
I'm John josando a way, a lot
Bottle of rum after botellon
In definition, a paradise (Demented bomito on the floor!)

This is a celebration of crazy (Hey! Hey!) (Hey! Hey!)
This is a celebration of crazy (Hey! Hey!) (Hey! Hey!)
This is a celebration of crazy (Hey! Hey!) (Hey!, RRP!)
But I'm the only one that I'm not crazy
(I am the only one that I'm not crazy!)
Baby I know my handwriting is obscene
But she is paying the fortnight
Feminist women we speak openly
You put the quilt and I destrujo
My love you're going to fall for this immoral
Even if you're smart or abnormal
Anyway, according to Sigmund Freud
Sexuality surrounds everything I am
The natural sex, do ne'med
The monkey with the monkey, like Animal Planet
Sperm as several, like Discovery Channel
Open your mind Disney Channel
And mature dancing until fracture
Tongue language without being censured
The old-fashioned literary language advocates
Who do not dance, still as mummies
The club SmithSonians
If I were to fall ill because the Nie Besemer (That!?)
The Nie, N-I-E (Enter through, the, the Nie ...!)
Sorry if my handwriting is messy
But my mind is flexible Russian gymnast
(I do not understand this song but the dance as you want)

This is a celebration of crazy (Hey! Hey!) (Hey! Hey!)
This is a celebration of crazy (Hey! Hey!) (Hey! Hey!)
This is a celebration of crazy (Hey! Hey!) (Hey!, RRP!)
But I'm the only one that I'm not crazy (I am the only one!)
I get the abuser Spanish colonizer
If I give you a chinnaso goal has to be ...!
I go straight to the point
At the heart of the apple worm's sleeping
After it is legal
A bit of perversion in the song is not bad
Daughter!, If you are good and at night you pray
Give me a kiss on the mouth and then you confess
I am in Eden, amen!
An arena of girls dancing no bra
With your tiny body of teen
Any living thing gets hot
They are so good these princesses
That which is holy water sudan
This fills any Colosseum yours back
And believe makes any Atheist
I know that my music is secular
But when I stop selling Christian music
For now you still damaging the digestive system
With everything I write!

This is a celebration of crazy (Hey! Hey!) (Hey! Hey!)
This is a celebration of crazy (Hey! Hey!) (Hey! Hey!)
This is a celebration of crazy (Hey! Hey!) (Hey!, RRP!)
But I'm the only one that I'm not crazy
(I am the only one that I'm not crazy!)
This is a celebration of crazy (Hey! Hey!) (Hey! Hey!)
This is a celebration of crazy (Hey! Hey!) (Hey! Hey!)
This is a celebration of crazy (Hey! Hey!) (Hey! Hey!)
But I'm the only one that I'm not crazy
(I am the only one that I'm not crazy!)
This is not Reggaeton
But any way you like dance a lot
If you do not like this song
Then tirate a balcony (Uh. ..)
Without lubrication (Calle 13 comes without lubrication)
Without lubrication (Calle 13 comes without lubrication)
Let me paint you a picture with words from the vibrant song 'Fiesta De Locos' by Calle 13. Imagine a world where rebellion is wearing shorts as an old man on a bike with Viagra in your pocket...