Más de cien mentiras [English translation]

We have memory, we have friends,

We have trains, laughter and bars,

We have doubt and faith, add up and go on,

We have motels, garitos and altars.

We have urgencies, loves who kill,

We have silence, snuff and reasons,

We have Venice, we have Manhattan,

We have the ashes of the revolutions.

We have shoes, pride and the present,

We have habits, modesties and panting,

We have the mouth, tongue and teeth,

Spit, cynicism, madness and desire.

We have the sex, rock & roll and drugs,

Feet in the neighborhood, and to raise an outcry,

We have to "Quintero, León and Quiroga",

And a pending businnes with the devil

Refrain:

More of one hundred words, more of one hundred reasons

For not to cut of a simple cut the veins,

More than one hundred glances that see us live,

More than one hundred lies that are worthwhile.

We have a winner in the sleeve,

We have homesickness, piety and insolence,

Nuns from Fellini and priests of Berlanga,

Poison, hangover, perfume and violence.

We have a ceiling with books and kisses,

We have the morbidity, jealousy and blood,

We have the mist inside in the bones,

We have the luxury of not being hungry.

We have Achilles heels without botton,

Sunday dress and not flag,

Summer Clouds, wars of Macondo,

Mushrooms in November, spring fever.

Glorietas, magazines, hallways, pistols,

Who cares!,I'm sorry, farewell, I love you,

Fans from "Club Atlético de Madrid", gangster of Coppola,

Veronica and a quarter of Curro Romero

(Refrain)

We have the evil of melancholy,

Thirst and rage, noise and nuts,

We have the water and twice a day,

Two meals a day

We have Lolitas, we have Gallant;

Lennon and McCartney, Gardel and Lepera;

We have horoscopes, Bibles, Korans,

Ramblas on the moon, virgins made of wax.

We have shipwrecks dreamed in beaches

Islands without names, without law and nor routine,

We have wounds, we have medals,

Laurels of glory, crown of thorns.

(Refrain)

We have vagaries, latex inflatable dolls,

Demons, sailing boats,

Exquisite poor and miserable rich,

The Ratoncitos Pérez, toothaches.

We have projects that are withered away,

Perfect crimes that we didn't commit,

Pictures of brides who forgot us,

And a soul on offer that never we sold.

We have poets, hangings and bastards,

"Quixotes and Sanchos", Babel and Sodom,

Grandparents who always won battles,

All roads take to Rome

(Refrain)