Divididos por la felicidad

I'm always breaking glasses
In other people rooms
Forever making passes
At other people's tombs
No matter what existed
A few short years ago
The happy days were busted
And that's the way things go
What a good time
What a lovely time
What a good time
What a lonely time
Agosto, agosto, moto
¡Perra, perra, perra!
¡Oh!
And if I had some trousers
I'd walk right down the street
And if I had a mauser
I'd shoot everyone I meet
What a good time
What a lovely time
What a good time
What a lonely time
Agosto, agosto, moto
¡Perra, perra, perra, perra!
¡Oh!
Oh oh oh oh oh
Well I'm still breaking glasses
In other people rooms
Forever making passes
At other people's tombs
No matter what existed
A few short years ago
The happy days were busted
And that's the way things go
What a good time
What a lovely time
What a good time
What a lonely time
¡Agosto, agosto
Perra, perra, perra!