Club de fans de John Boy [English translation]

All the weirdos were there at the concert

Of the great mind reader from Dublin

Half and hour before we invaded the subway

I was forced to go, you were elated

And to all the fans of John Boy it was all the same

Be it eight or eighty

You all were singing his songs in front of the stadium

And were obsessed with getting to the front rows

You described John Boy as being boreal,

Somewhat ambiguous and having a gray childhood

To be honest, I hated him to death

The lights got dim

"Which will be their first song?"

It was all the same to you

"He'll got it right" you said

I was there in that hell of yours

How is it possible?

It's impossible, no, it's a mystery

Who wouldn't want to have his powers?

Is it possible to get to know you better?

I won't succeed at knowing more about you

Because I'm not a fan, I'm not another fan of John Boy

I hate John Boy, you will hate John Boy

Among the crowd he was a big insect

"He's got powers" you said

It seems to me like he's been running away half his life

Maybe he's got the same problem I do

He expanded his global broadcast

From Lima to Reykjavik

Even so, he couldn't reach

Those who were near him

A universal gaze

With a personal range

He finally hypnotized me

With his lethal verse

I was there in that hell of his

How is it possible?

It's impossible, no, it's a mystery

Who wouldn't want to have his powers?

Is it possible to get to know you better?

I won't succeed, I will never know

Because I don't have his powers

Because I don't have his powers

And now I am, and now I, I am

And now I am another fan of John Boy

And now I am, and now I, I am

And now I am another fan of John Boy