En el Club
Ilegales Lyrics


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Te reconocí,
En el club de golf.
Veo madurar manzanas y a ti...
Sonríes... burbujas,
Yo llevo burbujas...
Pero en la vena.

Se arruinó mi familia,
Nos echaron del club.
No pagaba las cuotas,
Y me dejaste tú.

He saltado la verja,
Me gustan tus quejas.
Sube la marea.

Aquí está la tumba... de nuestro amor,
Los vestuarios... en el club de golf.





Aquí están los restos... de nuestro amor,
Una toalla mojada... y una botella de ron.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Ilegales's song "En el Club" depict a broken relationship, with the singer recognizing their former partner at a golf club. The imagery of "maturing apples" and "bubbles" suggests a sense of nostalgia and fondness for the past, but these emotions are quickly undercut by the revelation that the singer's family has been ruined and they were kicked out of the club for non-payment of fees. The line "me gustan tus quejas" (I like your complaints) adds a hint of masochism or sadomasochism to the mix, suggesting that the singer enjoys the pain of their partner's criticisms even as they lament the end of their relationship.


Line by Line Meaning

Te reconocí,
I recognized you,


En el club de golf.
At the golf club.


Veo madurar manzanas y a ti...
I see apples mature and you...


Sonríes... burbujas,
You smile... bubbles,


Yo llevo burbujas...
I carry bubbles...


Pero en la vena.
But in my veins.


Se arruinó mi familia,
My family was ruined,


Nos echaron del club.
We were kicked out of the club.


No pagaba las cuotas,
I wasn't paying the dues,


Y me dejaste tú.
And you left me.


He saltado la verja,
I jumped the fence,


Me gustan tus quejas.
I like your complaints.


Sube la marea.
The tide rises.


Aquí está la tumba... de nuestro amor,
Here is the grave... of our love,


Los vestuarios... en el club de golf.
The locker room... at the golf club.


Aquí están los restos... de nuestro amor,
Here are the remains... of our love,


Una toalla mojada... y una botella de ron.
A wet towel... and a bottle of rum.




Writer(s): Antonio Gonzalez, Dj Helton, Vladimir Dotel

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