Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Der pelo , by - Bebe. Song from the album Un Pokito De Rocanrol, in the genre ПопRelease date: 09.02.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Parlophone Spain
Song language: Spanish
Der pelo(original) |
| Der pelo |
| Der pelo? |
| No me tires de los pelos |
| No me tires?, no me ates? |
| Que hecho el vuelo |
| Der pelo? |
| No me tires de los pelos |
| No me tires?, no me ates? |
| Que hecho el vuelo |
| Me tenias cogía asin, amarra? |
| Me tenias cogía |
| Sin sacarme las garras |
| Me tenias cogía! |
| Cogía! |
| cogía! |
| Por dentro me tenias cogía! |
| Pero ahora no vuelvo? |
| La mitad de mi se va con mi pelo |
| La mitad de ti se queda con mi pelo |
| La mitad de mi se queda entre tus manos |
| Quien es el cazador |
| O el animal cazado? |
| A donde? |
| vamos? |
| Donde? |
| nos quedamos? |
| He pasao de ser mitad a ser completa |
| He visto lo que tenían tus ojos |
| Creo que no encuentro el cable que conecta tu corazón |
| No hay mejores ni peores |
| Hay rutinas y palabras mal dichas |
| Der pelo? |
| No me tires de los pelos |
| No me tires?, no me ates? |
| Que hecho el vuelo |
| Der pelo? |
| No me tires de los pelos |
| No me tires?, no me ates? |
| Que hecho el vuelo |
| No te hagas el borracho |
| Trata de hacerte el sobrio |
| Me hicieron un corazón de patata pa' colgármelo del cuello |
| Morimos el día en que guardamos silencio |
| Ante las cosas que importan |
| Así que suelta mi pelo amor? |
| Nosotros ya estamos muertos |
| Morimos hace tiempo? |
| (translation) |
| der hair |
| der hair? |
| don't pull my hair |
| Don't throw me?, don't tie me? |
| that made the flight |
| der hair? |
| don't pull my hair |
| Don't throw me?, don't tie me? |
| that made the flight |
| You had me fuck like that, moor? |
| you had me fuck |
| Without taking my claws out |
| You had me fucked! |
| I fucked! |
| caught! |
| Inside you had me fucked! |
| But now I'm not coming back? |
| Half of me goes with my hair |
| Half of you gets my hair |
| Half of me stays in your hands |
| who is the hunter |
| Or the hunted animal? |
| Where to? |
| we go? |
| Where? |
| we stayed? |
| I have gone from being half to being complete |
| I have seen what your eyes had |
| I think I can't find the cable that connects your heart |
| There are no better or worse |
| There are routines and bad words |
| der hair? |
| don't pull my hair |
| Don't throw me?, don't tie me? |
| that made the flight |
| der hair? |
| don't pull my hair |
| Don't throw me?, don't tie me? |
| that made the flight |
| don't play drunk |
| Try to play sober |
| They made me a potato heart to hang it around my neck |
| We die the day we keep silent |
| Before the things that matter |
| So let my hair down love? |
| we are already dead |
| Did we die long ago? |