Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rimas Perfectas, artist - Los Caligaris. Album song Bailarín Apocalíptico, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 03.09.2011
Record label: BMV Producciones
Song language: Spanish
Rimas Perfectas(original) |
| Por la vergüenza cantaba de espalda |
| Luces y fotos no le importaban |
| Miedo al reviente y al protagonismo |
| Todos saltando, buscando lo mismo |
| Algo que nos haga felices, que nos saque de pobres |
| Que disuelva tu grises y nos consiga |
| Radios que te acerquen las groupies |
| Que te llenen estadios y vasos de whisky o amor… |
| Rimas perfectas que pagan un sueldo |
| No hay mas ideas, la ambición va creciendo |
| La resistencia es contra uno mismo |
| Culto al dinero, felices con culpa |
| Algo que nos haga felices, que nos saque de pobres |
| Que disuelva tu grises y nos consiga |
| Radios que te acerquen las groupies |
| Que te llenen estadios y vasos de whisky o amor… |
| Lo tengo todo y cuando miro alrededor |
| Veo al mundo a mis pies |
| Pero ¿Ves que con eso no alcanza? |
| Algo que nos haga felices |
| Que nos saque de pobres |
| Que borre cicatrices |
| Y nos redima miles |
| Miles de estupideces |
| Camarines con peces |
| Yo no toco si el sol no aparece |
| Nortes muertos en el camino |
| Prioridades borrachas |
| Pero con buen vino |
| Canción, canción, canción |
| Maquillaje y canción |
| (translation) |
| Because of the shame I sang on my back |
| Lights and photos didn't matter to him |
| Fear of bursting and protagonism |
| All jumping, looking for the same |
| Something that makes us happy, that takes us out of poverty |
| May it dissolve your grays and get us |
| Radios that bring you the groupies |
| That they fill you stadiums and glasses of whiskey or love... |
| Perfect rhymes that pay a salary |
| There are no more ideas, the ambition is growing |
| Resistance is against oneself |
| Cult of money, happy with guilt |
| Something that makes us happy, that takes us out of poverty |
| May it dissolve your grays and get us |
| Radios that bring you the groupies |
| That they fill you stadiums and glasses of whiskey or love... |
| I have it all and when I look around |
| I see the world at my feet |
| But do you see that this is not enough? |
| something that makes us happy |
| That takes us out of poor |
| that erase scars |
| And redeem us thousands |
| Thousands of stupidities |
| dressing rooms with fish |
| I do not play if the sun does not appear |
| dead norths on the way |
| drunk priorities |
| but with good wine |
| song, song, song |
| makeup and song |