A keresés eredménye oldal 1

Tighten the belt

I tighten, you tighten
and he tightens the belt
 
And he tightens the belt.
I tighten, you tighten
and he tightens the belt,
and that's the recipe
to fix the situation.
 
To fix the situation.
The strength of the peseta
with this administration
that they say they hold it
and they cut the inflation.
 
About money things,
I want to tighten it
and I have such bad times
that I have no holes
left in the belt.
 
I tighten, you tighten
and he tightens the belt
 
And he tightens the belt.
I tighten, you tighten
and he tightens the belt,
but there are who don't tighten
and here comes the question.
 
And here comes the question.
To jerk off
or playing the lazy.
Everybody on the pool
or everybody on the basin.
 
I bear the squeeze
and I tighten as much ass I can
with the worry
that the belt breaks
and my pants fall off.
 
I tighten, you tighten
and he tightens the belt
 
And he tightens the belt.
I tighten, you tighten
and he tightens the belt,
I end up bonkers
and you more.
 
And you more,
with your body sick
you'll have a congestion
of thinking of the taxes
and making a declaration.
 
I hope and realize
we can get through it
in the same proportion
and you don't pay three thousand duros
like the one who has two.
 
I tighten, you tighten
and he tightens the belt
 
And he tightens the belt.
I tighten, you tighten
and he tightens the belt.
And I comply with respect
and lots of resignation.
 
And lots of resignation
I'm committed like the first
who reached to where your reach
and I quietly hope
that we collaborate.
 
I hope they find the way
to bring back the currencies
that crossed the borders,
and bring the Switzerland thing
that is so complicated.
 

Ham

Pig...
Why they use you? What's wrong with you?
Why they name you in an offensive tone
like if you were some criminal?
Why people call somebody 'pig'
as a way of offending the neighbor
when who says it doesn't offend at all?
 
Pig...
Word that contains a thousand combinations.
Sausage, butter, blood sausage,
and other productions that are so delicious.
It looks like a lie that they call you 'dirty'
because at some time you're covered of mud,
if later your four legs become ham.
 
Ham...
Even its name is tasty for a beautiful poem.
What a fat! What a grease! What a good thing!
What an elegant touch gives anywhere!
Ham...
Why your great beauty is reduced,
to the point that one feels bitter
when he sees how little is the snack?
 
Pig...
Why is my fate only to look at you,
love you, adore you, but not to touch you
and just see you by coincidence?
If for me the problem is to buy you,
because for eating you... until I'm fed up.
Even if I get fatter... I don't care.
 
Pig...
I say the same
my father says
'I like the pig...
even when it walks'
 

Nephew's sevillanas

Tito Pepe, Tito Pepe,
don't be upset.
 
Don't be upset,
if the Betis is going down
is because there are reasons

Indian poem

I am Broken Head,
great chief of the Apaches,
brother of the Comanches
and relative of the Sioux.
Because Manitu wanted
my father Crazy Horse
sent me to this world
and my grief is deep.
Sanity and good sense are dead.
My father was right:
there are few on earth
who like Crazy Horse
there are lots of crazy.
 
Oh father, you are great.
Great is your wisdom.
I said I was coming
and I always obeyed.
But you have to know
that this is not how it used to be
that the earth seems to be
the Regaera's murga.
 
Now the white man is hairy,
and that warrior habit
of cutting the hair
would have my suspicion today
because with so much mane
there would be no prairie
to put so much hair.
 
When they're waging war
great birds of fire
go through the whole land,
and instead of warrior arrows
in some kind of egg
they bring a hard deal.
The indian race is great,
is brave, is restless.
But the bird of fire
drops the egg it holds
and grabs a whole tribe
and send them to hell.
It can kill a million
and the white man in his pride
calls it civilization.
 
But with such power
the white man is doomed,
they don't have superiority.
White man is weak,
white woman wants to rule
and that's his weakness.
White man, be careful,
as soon as you let rule
you better be ready.
 
The Indian race is strong.
And though there's nothing left
Manitu is happy
that until the last moment
Indian man ruled.
Indian man had a club,
Indian man was simple and clear
Indian man was manly
and rough as a quince.
 
White woman is confident
is being the same as the man.
And oh, father, don't be amazed
the man doesn't say a word.
And so, soon on earth
white woman will wage war
and white man the laundry.