Lyrics of ¿Tú No Lo Hueles? - Dano, Emelvi

¿Tú No Lo Hueles? (original)

When it’s over, does it show?
Does it leave an afterglow?
¿Tú no lo hueles?
Eh eh eh
¿Tú no lo hueles?
Eh eh eh
¿Tú no lo hueles?
Algo grande traman, está en tu cara mamón
¿Tú no lo hueles?
Eh eh eh
¿Tú no lo hueles?
Eh eh eh
¿Tú no lo hueles?
Algo grande traman (en el barrio), esta en tu cara mamón
Yo lo huelo, sudor de esfuerzo por consuelo
Licor de obrero y bien de colillas por los suelos
En la puerta del bar de abajo, abuelos
Poco cuerdos hablan de fútbol con los yernos
Por el patio interior, la comida del tercero
Se huele hasta en mi piso;
solomillo y dos huevos
Conozco muchos pillos con dos huevos
Pero sin olfato, ¡que no olieron la cárcel por los pelos!
Conozco pordioseros con modelos de novias
Con Zodiacs, le quitan memoria a los porreros
Las untan de colonia por los perros, para que no las
Huelan… las placas.
Y a ellas, por los celos
Aquí los edificios huelen mal y no hay porteros
De hecho, aquí las puertas se abren con los dedos
Entraron en mi casa esos dos memos
¡Me temo que tendré que hacerme el lobo y olfatear a esos corderos!

(translation)

When it's over, does it show?
Does it leave an afterglow?
Don't you smell it?
eh eh eh
Don't you smell it?
eh eh eh
Don't you smell it?
They're up to something big, it's in your face sucker
Don't you smell it?
eh eh eh
Don't you smell it?
eh eh eh
Don't you smell it?
They're up to something big (in the neighborhood), it's in your face sucker
I smell it, sweat of effort for consolation
Worker's liquor and well of cigarette butts on the ground
At the door of the bar downstairs, grandparents
Little sane people talk about football with their sons-in-law
Through the inner courtyard, the food of the third
It smells even in my apartment;
sirloin and two eggs
I know many rascals with two eggs
But without smell, they didn't smell jail by the hair!
I know beggars with model brides
With Zodiacs, they take memory away from stoners
They smear them with cologne for the dogs, so they don't
Smell… the plates.
And to them, out of jealousy
Here the buildings smell bad and there are no doormen
In fact, here the doors open with your fingers
Those two memos entered my house
I'm afraid I'll have to play the wolf and sniff out those lambs!