No soporto el rap [English translation]

Today, I've got up on the wrong side of the bed

Too much blood on the news

I have just one letter in my mailbox,

sent by my bank, it says no,

My wife has gone away with a lawyer

who pays for her bad habits, who wins your lawsuits

And you, what about you?, whom do you call "old man"?

I tell the sucker behind the mirror,

I am a tough, iron-willed guy,

who goes out to the streets challenging the future

and steps on a dog shit resting on the pavement

and I get to work a bit late, and the guard

sends me to hell with with a kick in the ass

And the choir says: I'm happy, go ahead,

the unemployment queue is not for singers

the unemployment queue is not for singers

So I head for the speech therapist's

who tells me I will never be Frank Sinatra

And I go out, exhausted, to face the night again

And the fucking tow truck has taken away my car

So, to celebrate it, I buy myself another drink

and some friend pukes on my clothes

And it rains, and a taxi that looks like a ship

sweeps me and leaves me sitting on a puddle

And, with great difficulty, I find my way up to the casino

to challenge destiny, embodied by a roulette,

And destiny pays me by leaving me broke,

stinking of wine and with just a few coins.

And, seeing that the planet wants to checkmate me,

I decide to have fun alone in the toilet,

And, while I get relief in such a way,

I pinch myself badly in a ball

with the new zip clasp,

And suddenly, I notice an annoying tickling sensation

from the flies up to the top of my head

And I find out I've got crabs!

So I scratch myself, and I shave myself, and I cut myself,

All I just need now is an abortion!

Losers' choir: this is too much,

that was the last straw!

And when I decide to put an end to this misery

about to hang myself, the rope breaks

And, instead of rejoicing, I'm left wanting

to travel to hell through that window,

and the choir singers say, a true gentleman

doesn't jump into the void from the first floor

And I walk my way up to at Santa Ana square,

just to stand at the bar of another disco

crowded with foreign tourists, drunkards, secretaries,

And a disrespectful annoying woman comes close to me

telling me she is a friend of Panchito Varona's

You look like a nice guy

looking for some naughty fun,

you're going to share a line with me, aren't you?

I wish I had some, darling, I swear it,

I swear on my mother that I have come here penniless.

But cheer up that serious face

You see, this is your lucky night, mate.

And, in the middle of a hysterical nervous breakdown,

I land on the dance floor without a chance to escape

from the smell of the bodies,

of the sweaty, sweaty bodies,

from the heat of the lights,

of the spinning, spinning, lights

from my trembling legs,

from my mouth, shouting: not that,

not that, please, have mercy,

don't you understand that I can't...

can't...

can't...

can't stand rap,

can't stand rap,

can't...

can't...

can't stand rap!