La Grasa de Las Capitales

¿Que importan ya tus ideales?
¿Que importa tu canción?
La grasa de las capitales
cubre tu corazón.

¿Por qué tenes que llorar?
Es que hay otro en tu lugar que dice:
"Vamos, vamos, la fama."
Tu oportunidad está ahí,
lo mismo me pasó a mí.
Lo tienes todo, todo
no hay nada.

A buscar el pan why el vino
ya fui muchas veces,
a sembrar ese camino
que nunca florece.

No transes más.
Con la cantina, con la cantora,
con la televisión gastadora,
con esas chicas bien decoradas,
con esas viejas todas quemadas.
Gente revista, gente careta,
la grasa inmunda cual fugazzetta!

No se banca más!
La grasa de las capitales no se banca más.

[Intro]
Do your ideals matter now?
Does your song matter now?
The tackiness of the capitals
Covers all of your heart

[Verse 1]
Why do you have to cry?
Is there someone else in your place saying:
"Let's go, let's go, the fame
The opportunity is there"
The same thing happened to me, you have it
All, all, there's nothing

[Verse 2]
Seeking for the bread and wine
I already did that
To be sowing the long path
That is never blooming, do not give in

[Verse 3]
With the canteen, with the singer, with the boring television
With those well-dressed girls, with all those burnt-out old women
Gente magazine, cheeky people
The tackiness floods like a fugazzeta

[Bridge]
We can't handle it, we can't handle it
(We can't handle it, we can't handle it)

[Chorus]
The tackiness of the capitals, we can't handle it
The tackiness of the capitals, we can't handle it

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Bridge]
Do not give in
(Don't stop dancing, don't stop dancing
Don't stop dancing)

[Pre-Chorus]
We can't handle it, we can't handle it
We can't handle it, we can't handle it

[Chorus]
The tackiness of the capitals, we can't handle it (Tu-uh-ah; sha-la-la-la-la-la-la)
The tackiness of the capitals, we can't handle it (can't handle it)