Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song El ritmo del lunes , by - Andrés Calamaro. Song from the album Honestidad Brutal, in the genre ПопRelease date: 21.07.1994
Record label: Dro East West
Song language: Spanish
El ritmo del lunes(original) |
| Pueyrredón y Santa Fe |
| ¿Por qué vereda camina usted? |
| Pueyrredón y Santa Fe |
| ¿Por qué vereda camina usted? |
| Me voy a sentar en un bar |
| A ver la gente pasar |
| (A ver la gente pasar) |
| En una mesa los dos poétas |
| Juntan pedazos de un día falso |
| Porque de noche recién empieza |
| La furia que te atraviesa |
| De los amantes, de ser el martes |
| Me voy a sentar en un bar |
| A ver la gente pasar |
| (A ver la gente pasar) |
| En el baño los drogados encerrados y en la mesa |
| Los de barba se confiesan |
| Porque están de la cabeza |
| Karatecas cada siete |
| Sigue un golpe y voy buscando |
| Ese gran significado |
| Que la vida a programado, desterrado |
| Me voy a sentar en un bar |
| A ver la gente pasar |
| (A ver la gente pasar) |
| El ritmo del lunes |
| Ya no camina |
| Está sentado esperando el día |
| Pridiones de la tinta, de la noche |
| Ambulatorios de sexo y derroche |
| Pero esta noche, puedo aprender |
| Ella lee una novela |
| Que no alcanzo a distinguir |
| Se levanta y recoje del suelo |
| Mi confesión |
| Pueyrredón y Santa Fe |
| ¿Por qué vereda camina usted? |
| Pueyrredón y Santa Fe |
| ¿Por qué vereda camina usted? |
| (translation) |
| Pueyrredon and Santa Fe |
| What path do you walk? |
| Pueyrredon and Santa Fe |
| What path do you walk? |
| I'm going to sit in a bar |
| To see the people go by |
| (To see the people go by) |
| At a table the two poets |
| They put together pieces of a false day |
| Because at night it just begins |
| The fury that runs through you |
| Of lovers, of being Tuesday |
| I'm going to sit in a bar |
| To see the people go by |
| (To see the people go by) |
| In the bathroom the drugged locked up and on the table |
| The bearded ones confess |
| because they are in the head |
| Karate fighters every seven |
| Follow a blow and I go looking |
| that great meaning |
| That life has programmed, banished |
| I'm going to sit in a bar |
| To see the people go by |
| (To see the people go by) |
| monday rhythm |
| no longer walk |
| He's sitting waiting for the day |
| Pridions of the ink, of the night |
| Outpatient sex and waste |
| But tonight, I can learn |
| she reads a novel |
| that I cannot distinguish |
| He gets up and picks himself up from the ground |
| My confession |
| Pueyrredon and Santa Fe |
| What path do you walk? |
| Pueyrredon and Santa Fe |
| What path do you walk? |