Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Monólogo con ron , by - Celtas Cortos. Song from the album 30 Aniversario, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.10.2019
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Monólogo con ron(original) |
| Sonrisas por delante, presiones por detrás |
| Resistes en la vida sin pensar a donde vas |
| Pensando estas palabras en la noche de un bar |
| Encontré a un amigo, me puse a platicar: |
| ¿Y qué piensas hermano de la noche irreal? |
| Es la vida una mulata que te atrapa sin cesar; |
| Pues habla pronto, dime, ¿Qué ves? |
| No se si miro al mundo del derecho o del revés |
| No supo contestar mi canción… |
| Palmaditas en el corazón… |
| Y te vas a pasear por ahí… |
| Que yo me voy a dormir… |
| Si, doy pena a la tristeza por la vida que llevo |
| Aunque a veces ría mucho como un loco cuando bebo |
| Si creen que porque canto soy feliz así sin mas |
| Se equivocan, le decía a mi amigo en aquel bar |
| Cuando yo lo hablaba todo mi garganta se secó |
| No tuve mas remedio que apretarme otro ron |
| Esa noche me ayudaba a comerme mas el tarro |
| Mi amigo de 7 años importado de La Habana |
| No supo contestar mi canción… |
| Palmaditas en el corazón… |
| Y te vas a pasear por ahí… |
| Que yo me voy a dormir… |
| Como decía mi primo la noche es un animal; |
| Si la miras frente a frente puede llegar a asustar |
| Pero que bien lo pasamos las noches por ahí |
| Estamos en la selva de la noche irracional |
| Esto hablaba con mi amigo que miraba con pereza |
| Las chicas de los bares, bebiendo una cerveza |
| Yo increpaba, blasfemaba, criticaba con pasión |
| Le miraba y preguntaba pero no me contestó |
| No supo contestar mi canción… |
| Palmaditas en el corazón… |
| Y te vas a pasear por ahí… |
| Que yo me voy a dormir… |
| (translation) |
| Smiles from the front, pressures from behind |
| You resist in life without thinking where you are going |
| Thinking these words in a bar night |
| I found a friend, I started talking: |
| And what do you think brother of the unreal night? |
| Life is a mulatto that catches you endlessly; |
| Well, he speaks soon, tell me, what do you see? |
| I don't know if I look at the world from the right or the other way around |
| He didn't know how to answer my song... |
| Pats on the heart… |
| And you're going to walk around... |
| That I'm going to sleep... |
| Yes, I feel sorry for the sadness for the life I lead |
| Although sometimes I laugh a lot like crazy when I drink |
| If they think that because I sing I'm happy just like that |
| They are wrong, I told my friend in that bar |
| When I spoke it all my throat dried up |
| I had no choice but to squeeze another rum |
| That night he helped me to eat more of the jar |
| My 7 year old friend imported from Havana |
| He didn't know how to answer my song... |
| Pats on the heart… |
| And you're going to walk around... |
| That I'm going to sleep... |
| As my cousin used to say, the night is an animal; |
| If you look at it face to face it can scare you |
| But how well we spent the nights there |
| We are in the jungle of irrational night |
| This was talking to my friend who was looking lazily |
| The girls in the bars, drinking a beer |
| I rebuked, blasphemed, criticized passionately |
| He looked at him and asked but he didn't answer me |
| He didn't know how to answer my song... |
| Pats on the heart… |
| And you're going to walk around... |
| That I'm going to sleep... |