Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nada Especial, artist - Bacilos. Album song Caraluna, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 24.06.2002
Record label: Warner Music Latina
Song language: Spanish
Nada Especial(original) |
Estamos sentados en una piedra |
Sabiendo que el mundo esta vuelto mierda, Si señor |
Estamos quemando lo q tenemos |
Estamos jugando al q no sabemos |
Estamos en medio del apogeo |
De un mundo q tiene mucho deseo aun |
Los números dicen q estamos bien |
Lo dicen los genios del CNN |
Y cuando te acercas |
A la realidad, otro comercial |
Vuelve a anestesiarlo todo |
CORO: |
Y al final |
Me voy convirtiendo en un animal |
En un viejo mas |
De esos q se pierden por la ciudad |
Sin sueño ni plan, Abeja en panal |
Nada especial, Nada especial |
Estamos jugandonos la camisa |
Tratando de hablarles de la sonrisa gris del perdedor |
Estamos tratando de resolver |
Fregándole platos al mercader |
De nuestra propia idiotez |
Y un hueco en el cielo |
Nos va recordar q la realidad |
No va negociar contigo ni conmigo |
CORO |
Y al final |
Me voy convirtiendo en un animal |
En un viejo mas |
De esos q se pierden por la ciudad |
Vestidos de nada, nada especial |
Nada especial, Nada especial |
(translation) |
We are sitting on a stone |
Knowing that the world has turned to shit, yes sir |
We are burning what we have |
We are playing we don't know |
We are in the middle of the heyday |
Of a world that still has a lot of desire |
The numbers say we're fine |
CNN geniuses say it |
and when you get close |
In reality, another commercial |
Anesthetize everything again |
CHORUS: |
At the end |
I'm turning into an animal |
in an old more |
Of those who get lost in the city |
Without dream or plan, Bee in honeycomb |
Nothing special, Nothing special |
We are playing the shirt |
Trying to tell them about the loser's gray smile |
we are trying to solve |
Washing dishes for the merchant |
of our own idiocy |
And a hole in the sky |
It will remind us that reality |
He is not going to negotiate with you or me |
CHORUS |
At the end |
I'm turning into an animal |
in an old more |
Of those who get lost in the city |
Dressed in nothing, nothing special |
Nothing special, Nothing special |