Extra Lyrics English Translation by Miss Caffeina
Slay, baby, slay
You won’t find me in their dives and their backstage rooms
They’ll keep watching me like Al Pacino would do
Independence, white magic, solvency
I’m sorry if Lou Reed’s songs don’t interest me
If I’ve skipped the second verse where they discuss
How to be a snob but never a bit too much
The same old serenade since May of ’70
I’ve realized, and it’s not worth it to me
The same elitist crap paid for in pesetas
A tormented boy never plays on Los 40
I’ve understood it, I’ve analyzed it
And in the end, I’ve realized I don’t give a shit
I’ve written rhymes that boom at the festivals
But they’re not that good if I haven’t used your manners
I’m sorry if I like to look handsome and adorable
The bathroom selfies and this face so fuckable
I’ve seen things I would never tell you about
I felt death and its kiss on my cheeks
I pushed forward in spite of the gossips
Who would say: this kid doesn’t have a clue and he’s a faggot
Understand that I’ve already felt like an alien
For long enough before I got to know you
Don’t expect me to try even a little to convince you
I’ll do it for me, for my girlfriends, and for all who follow
Slay, baby, slay