Caliente
Once Tiros Lyrics


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Ya de chiquito morfaba
alguna brasa al pan
Todas las minitas que miraba
Las quería quemar

Alucinaba con los gases que salían de los poros de mi cara
Admiraba a mi papá
Quería caminar por el infierno con los cuernos relucientes
y la cola detrás

¿Qué hago? no tengo remedio
Te digo, copado, vivo entre los gritos del Fuhrer alemán

Soy un demonio cortito
Administrativo de la agencia federal
Tengo a mi cargo el delirio
Y cuidar a Satán

Paso todo el día carburando
Que cuando voy a actuar
Tengo veintidós millones de años
Y ya no aguanto más

Vivo todo el día sentado en esta oficina administrando
Del mundo terrenal
Llegan violadores, dictadores, homicidas, terroristas
Compinches de papá

¿Qué hago?
Grito una vez más y me olvido
¿Qué hago?
Busco la heroína de mi amigo talibán

Soy un demonio cortito
Administrativo de la agencia federal
Tengo a mi cargo el delirio
Y cuidar a Satán

Las elecciones ya fueron
Miren como afané
Un millón de votos fueron míos
Y tres pa' Lucifer

No puedo creer que al fin me toque la tarea del castigo
Ya no van a joder
Tengo a los demonios entrenados para que hagan contigo
Huevos a la sartén!

¿Qué hago?
Me subo a la tierra y domino
Y escracho todo el fanatismo con Jesús de Nazaret





Y el infierno al final!
It's mine!

Overall Meaning

The above lyrics are from the song 'Caliente' by Once Tiros. The song is about a demon who is an administrative staff member of the Federal agency, taking care of Satan while also carrying out his own deeds. The demon speaks of his past, how as a child, he admired the gases that came out of his pores and wanted to walk through hell with shining horns and a tail behind him. He talks about his present job and how he is in charge of keeping the delirious and the devil in check. The demon, tired of his job, talks of how he daydreams of acting in front of people and how he wishes to escape from his current life. He also talks about how he managed to gain one million votes in the elections.


The demon in the song, who is an administrative staff member of the Federal agency, is portrayed as someone who is tired of his current life and who wishes to escape. He talks about his job and how he is responsible for keeping the delirious and the devil in check. However, he doesn't seem to enjoy his job as he spends his daydreaming of acting and escaping from his current life. The lyrics also talk about the demon's past, how he used to alucinate about the gases that came out of his pores, and how he admired his father. Overall, the song is quite surreal, and the lyrics are open to interpretation.


Line by Line Meaning

Ya de chiquito morfaba alguna brasa al pan
Ever since I was little, I would eat some burnt bread.


Todas las minitas que miraba las quería quemar
Every girl I looked at, I wanted to burn.


Alucinaba con los gases que salían de los poros de mi cara
I used to hallucinate about the gas particles that came out of my skin pores.


Admiraba a mi papá
I looked up to my dad.


Quería caminar por el infierno con los cuernos relucientes y la cola detrás
I wanted to walk through hell with shiny horns and a tail behind me.


¿Qué hago? no tengo remedio
What can I do? There's no cure for me.


Te digo, copado, vivo entre los gritos del Fuhrer alemán
I'm telling you, cool cat, I live amidst the screams of the German Fuhrer.


Soy un demonio cortito
I'm a little demon.


Administrativo de la agencia federal
I work in administration for the federal agency.


Tengo a mi cargo el delirio y cuidar a Satán
I'm in charge of the madness and taking care of Satan.


Paso todo el día carburando
I spend all day thinking.


Que cuando voy a actuar
When I finally get to act,


Tengo veintidós millones de años
I'm twenty-two million years old.


Y ya no aguanto más
And I can't take it anymore.


Vivo todo el día sentado en esta oficina administrando
I spend all day sitting in this office managing.


Del mundo terrenal
The earthly world.


Llegan violadores, dictadores, homicidas, terroristas
Rapists, dictators, murderers, and terrorists come through.


Compinches de papá
Dad's cronies.


¿Qué hago? Grito una vez más y me olvido
What should I do? I'll just scream one more time and forget.


¿Qué hago? Busco la heroína de mi amigo talibán
What should I do? I'll find my Taliban friend's heroin.


Las elecciones ya fueron
The elections are over.


Miren como afané
Look how I stole.


Un millón de votos fueron míos
I got a million votes.


Y tres pa' Lucifer
And three for Lucifer.


No puedo creer que al fin me toque la tarea del castigo
I can't believe I finally got the punishment task.


Ya no van a joder
They won't mess with me anymore.


Tengo a los demonios entrenados para que hagan contigo huevos a la sartén!
I have the demons trained to make you into fried eggs!


Me subo a la tierra y domino
I'll take over the earth.


Y escracho todo el fanatismo con Jesús de Nazaret
And I'll expose all the fanaticism with Jesus of Nazareth.


Y el infierno al final! It's mine!
And in the end, the hell is mine!




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