Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Calles Que Te Ven , by - Efecto Mariposa. Song from the album Metamorfosis, in the genre ПопRelease date: 04.05.2003
Record label: Universal Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Calles Que Te Ven(original) |
| Todo un mundo nuevo alrededor |
| Acostumbrado a no ver el sol |
| Pegatinas de color |
| En su casa siempre de carton |
| Dando gracias a que no llovio |
| Veo pero no creo |
| Y no es cuestion de raza |
| Sino de tener o no tener nada |
| De nada le sirven |
| Lamentos, pan y miel |
| Botellas de ron |
| Y su cantar al anochecer |
| De nada le sirve |
| Una mano que no es fiel |
| Nada cambio |
| Tiemblan las calles que te ven |
| Sin dueño un vivir sin calma |
| Sin tener propiedad privada |
| No es cosa de cultura o religion |
| Ni tampoco es cosa de dos |
| Una vida un tanto fria |
| Tan fria como la verdad |
| Y no es cuestion de raza |
| Si no de tener o no tener nada |
| De nada le sirven |
| Lamentos, pan y miel |
| Botellas de ron |
| Y su cantar al anochecer |
| De nada le sirve |
| Una mano que no es fiel |
| Nada cambio |
| Tiemblan las calles que te ven |
| Y no quisiera verte caer |
| De nada le sirven |
| Lamentos, pan y miel |
| Botellas de ron |
| Y su cantar al anochecer |
| De nada le sirve |
| Una mano que no es fiel |
| Nada cambio |
| Tiemblan las calles que te ven |
| (translation) |
| a whole new world around |
| accustomed to not seeing the sun |
| color stickers |
| In his house always made of cardboard |
| Giving thanks that it didn't rain |
| I see but I don't believe |
| And it's not a question of race |
| But to have or not to have anything |
| They are of no use to him |
| Laments, bread and honey |
| bottles of rum |
| And his singing at dusk |
| It's no use |
| A hand that is not faithful |
| Nothing changed |
| The streets that see you tremble |
| Without owner a live without calm |
| without having private property |
| It is not a matter of culture or religion |
| Nor is it a matter of two |
| A somewhat cold life |
| as cold as the truth |
| And it's not a question of race |
| If not to have or not to have anything |
| They are of no use to him |
| Laments, bread and honey |
| bottles of rum |
| And his singing at dusk |
| It's no use |
| A hand that is not faithful |
| Nothing changed |
| The streets that see you tremble |
| And I wouldn't want to see you fall |
| They are of no use to him |
| Laments, bread and honey |
| bottles of rum |
| And his singing at dusk |
| It's no use |
| A hand that is not faithful |
| Nothing changed |
| The streets that see you tremble |