Pablo, never mention the devil's name when night is falling Don't deal with weapons And generally don't go astray Pablo, judging by your look You just came out of a forest And judging by the way you look around You can't wait to get back in there Pablo, I admire your ability to drag yourself for a laugh Tell me, where you constantly find all those people Who readily drag you on and on Pablo, speaking of wife, A perfect match for you might be a crane operator lady She's sitting up there between heaven and earth And she does not give a shit about how who wants to live It came to pass that our conscience and honor Were recorded on cassettes Somebody brought new music in There was nothing more to erase You know, Pablo, even if you had muchos millones pecetas - Do you want to learn how live in style? Then learn how to die first In this town, Pablo, there's nothing going on Except we get blind drunk To hell with political correctness Our destiny is hard is blind There'd be enough for tickets if we scrape together our coppers I will call you Pablo And you can address me as "Papa" Pablo, we met quite late I no longer breathe willingly And I don't always remember my name But, Pablo, if I gave you something Which is in principle cannot be given You'd forget about love much more Than they are ever going to learn
EditBy far the silliest (funniest?) song on Fisherman's...