Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cálida trinchera, artist - Celtas Cortos. Album song 30 Aniversario, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.10.2019
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Cálida trinchera(original) |
Otra vez. |
la lluvia me acompaña en casa |
un café |
y un cigarrito pa estar bien |
y tú estás |
aún dormida en la cama y bien. |
Voy a ver quién pasa en la ventana. |
Escribir, |
tengo que escribir a mi hermana |
y comprar |
azúcar que se acabó ayer |
y pasear |
al perro en la mañana, pero no. |
Creo que me volveré a la cama |
Y acurrucados el mundo es diferente |
calor humano y hambre que compartir |
y adormecidos y amontonados |
de esta trinchera no quiero salir. |
Está bien. |
Ordenaré mi mesa pronto |
Sí, mujer, |
no te preocupes que lo haré. |
Por favor, |
llama a Nacho Castro y dile que |
ahora voy a ensayar en la moto. |
Te he dejao |
una nota con los recaos. |
Por favor, |
no olvides recogerme a y diez. |
Yo también |
te quiero, dame un beso que me voy. |
Cuídate, nos vemos en la tarde. |
Y acurrucados el mundo es diferente |
calor humano y hambre que compartir |
y adormecidos y amontonados |
de esta trinchera no quiero salir. |
(translation) |
Again. |
the rain accompanies me at home |
a coffee |
and a little cigarette to be well |
and you are |
still asleep in bed and fine. |
I'm going to see who's passing by the window. |
Write, |
I have to write to my sister |
and buy |
sugar that ran out yesterday |
and stroll |
to the dog in the morning, but no. |
I think I'll go back to bed |
And huddled together the world is different |
human warmth and hunger to share |
and numb and huddled |
I do not want to leave this trench. |
It's okay. |
I will tidy my table soon |
Yes woman, |
don't worry i will. |
Please, |
call Nacho Castro and tell him that |
Now I'm going to test on the motorcycle. |
I have left you |
a note with recaos. |
Please, |
Don't forget to pick me up at ten past. |
I also |
I love you, give me a kiss I'm leaving. |
Take care, see you in the afternoon. |
And huddled together the world is different |
human warmth and hunger to share |
and numb and huddled |
I do not want to leave this trench. |