Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bohemio Loco, artist - Calibre 50. Date of issue: 07.09.2021
Song language: Spanish
Bohemio Loco(original) |
| Ando borracho de hace 3 meses |
| Porque mi vieja me mando a goma, |
| Y es que uno nunca sabe lo que tiene |
| Lo bueno casi nunca se valora. |
| Ando arrastrándome por los caminos, |
| De la locura y del aburrimiento, traigo |
| Un desmadre con mis sentimientos |
| Que no se controlar. |
| No dijo nada y estaba cansada, |
| De tantas promesas que nunca cumplí, |
| Tú no trabajas y así yo no puedo, pues |
| Ese es tu pedo yo le respondí. |
| Soy un bohemio loco, quizás te diste |
| Cuenta, poeta de tercera, faquir del corazón. |
| Soy un bohemio loco, que quiso se persona |
| Junto a ti, perdón si en el intento te |
| Hice perder el tiempo, las cosas son así. |
| Ando borracho de hace 3 meses, |
| Soy un hermano de la mala vida y es |
| Que tus ojos son la medicina contra la |
| Depresión. |
| Mi corazón esta pelando a muerte, |
| Pero mi orgullo cabe en un estadio, |
| No puedo hallar en ni un diccionario |
| La palabra perdón. |
| No dijo nada y estaba cansada, |
| De tantas promesas que nunca cumplí, |
| Tú no trabajas y así yo no puedo, pues |
| Ese es tu pedo yo le respondí. |
| Soy un bohemio loco, quizás te diste |
| Cuenta, poeta de tercera, fa gil del corazón. |
| Soy un bohemio loco, que quiso se persona |
| Junto a ti, perdón si en el intento te |
| Hice perder el tiempo, las cosas son así. |
| Perdón si en el intento te hice perder el tiempo, |
| Las cosas son así. |
| (translation) |
| I'm drunk from 3 months ago |
| Because my old lady sent me to rubber, |
| And it is that one never knows what he has |
| The good is almost never valued. |
| I walk crawling along the roads, |
| From madness and boredom, I bring |
| A mess with my feelings |
| That I can't control. |
| She didn't say anything and she was tired, |
| Of so many promises that I never fulfilled, |
| You don't work and so I can't, well |
| That's your fart, I replied. |
| I'm a crazy bohemian, maybe you got |
| Account, third class poet, fakir of the heart. |
| I am a crazy bohemian, who wanted to be a person |
| Next to you, sorry if in the attempt you |
| I wasted my time, things are like that. |
| I'm drunk from 3 months ago, |
| I'm a brother of the lowlife and it's |
| That your eyes are the medicine against |
| Depression. |
| My heart is peeling to death |
| But my pride fits in a stadium |
| I can't find in a dictionary |
| The word sorry. |
| She didn't say anything and she was tired, |
| Of so many promises that I never fulfilled, |
| You don't work and so I can't, well |
| That's your fart, I replied. |
| I'm a crazy bohemian, maybe you got |
| Account, third rate poet, weak of the heart. |
| I am a crazy bohemian, who wanted to be a person |
| Next to you, sorry if in the attempt you |
| I wasted my time, things are like that. |
| Sorry if I made you waste your time in the attempt, |
| Things are like that. |