Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Queso Ruso, artist - Tan Bionica. Album song Canciones del Huracan + Wonderful Noches, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.01.2019
Record label: Pirca
Song language: Spanish
Queso Ruso(original) |
Paso de moda el golfo como todo ¿viste vos? |
Como tanta otra tristeza a la que te acostumbras |
Ahora vas comprando perlas truchas sin chistar |
«Calles inteligentes» alemanas para armar |
Y muchos marines de los mandarines |
Que cuidan por vos las puertas del nuevo cielo |
El bronceador «Charlotte» te cuida de la radiación |
Rematan el electro de Elvis al morir |
Fijate de que lado de la mecha te encontrás |
Con tanto humo el bello fiero fuego no se vé |
Y hay algo en vos que está empezando a asustarte |
Cosas de hechicería desafortunada |
Quedate con el vuelto, mula de la enfermedad |
Pobrete que sos tropa de la guita y chimpancé |
Quedate esa petaca con saliva y nada más |
Mordiéndote la lengua por poco me engañas |
Sentís la mosca joder detrás de la oreja |
Y chupás la fruta sin poder morderla |
Y hay muchos marines de los mandarines |
Que cuidan por vos las puertas del nuevo cielo |
(translation) |
The gulf went out of fashion like everything, did you see it? |
Like so much other sadness that you get used to |
Now you go buying trout pearls without saying a word |
German "smart streets" to put together |
And many marines from the mandarins |
Who care for you the gates of the new heaven |
"Charlotte" suntan lotion protects you from radiation |
They finish Elvis's electro when he dies |
Notice which side of the fuse you are on |
With so much smoke the beautiful fierce fire cannot be seen |
And there's something in you that's starting to scare you |
unfortunate sorcery stuff |
Stay with the change, mule of the disease |
Poor you, you are a troop of la guita and chimpanzee |
Keep that flask with saliva and nothing else |
Biting your tongue almost fooled me |
You feel the fly fuck behind your ear |
And you suck the fruit without being able to bite it |
And there are many marines from the mandarins |
Who care for you the gates of the new heaven |