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Description
The fairy tale about the princess ended without a happy ending: the crown fell off, the antique manners were lost, and instead of the castle, there were empty glasses and a loud ‘¡a huevo!’. Here, resentment is not hidden behind beautiful words - it turns into a dance anthem with a smirk, where the middle finger is more eloquent than any serenade. All the drama dissolves into irony: love has burned out, but the fun is in full swing, because from now on, the play is without illusions and without a main character.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Seguro le dolió.
Caerse de arriba, de allá donde la puse yo.
La dizque princesa un día los modales perdió y a mí me perdió.
Haber sido el vato perfecto de nada sirvió.
Yo que la llevaba al cielo, pero a ella le gustó más el piso.
De los cinco dedos de mi mano, el de en medio le saco por lo que me hizo.
La corona que yo le había puesto, ya mejor me la sirvo en el vaso.
De mi pecho sale porque sale y de ahora en adelante al amor yo le paso.
Pero aquí ya no hay pedo, hay peda. La mentirosa solita se queda.
Fuere,
Sa,
Rey.
Suena y suena.
MS.
A huevo le dolió.
Pero que se sobe solita porque se acabó.
La dizque princesa un día los modales perdió y a mí me perdió.
Haber sido el vato perfecto de nada sirvió.
Yo que la llevaba al cielo, pero a ella le gustó más el piso.
De los cinco dedos de mi mano, el de en medio le saco por lo que me hizo.
El anillo que yo le había puesto valió verga la casa y los perros.
De mi pecho sale porque sale, de ahora en adelante al amor yo no juego.
Pero aquí ya no hay pedo, hay peda. La mentirosa solita se queda.
English translation
It sure hurt him.
Falling from above, from where I put it.
The so-called princess lost her manners one day and she lost me.
Having been the perfect vato was of no use.
I took her to heaven, but she liked the floor better.
Of the five fingers on my hand, I take out the middle one for what he did to me.
The crown that I had put on it, I better pour it into the glass.
It comes out of my chest because it comes out and from now on I pass it on to love.
But here there is no fart, there is fart. The lonely liar stays.
Be,
Sa,
King.
It rings and rings.
MS.
It hurt Egg.
But let it rest on its own because it's over.
The so-called princess lost her manners one day and she lost me.
Having been the perfect vato was of no use.
I took her to heaven, but she liked the floor better.
Of the five fingers on my hand, I take out the middle one for what he did to me.
The ring I had put on her was worth the house and the dogs.
It comes out of my chest because it comes out, from now on I don't play with love.
But here there is no fart, there is fart. The lonely liar stays.