Divididos Por La Felicidad letra

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... Jopo... Perra!!!
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 time! etc