Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pan y mantequilla, artist - Efecto Pasillo.
Date of issue: 09.12.2021
Song language: Spanish
Pan y mantequilla(original) |
Camina, cada paso tuyo a mi me contamina, |
mueve las caderas como gelatina, |
cintura divina, te comería con pan y mantequilla. |
Candela, un par de chupitos de ron miel y velas. |
una caja llena con mil primaveras |
que vienen, que vuelan, |
solo quiero un poquito de tu vida entera, |
de tu vida entera. |
Y yo, subo escalón a escalón, |
quiero tocar el cielo azul, el cielo azul. |
Y tú, buscas tras cada canción |
la sensación que te haga sentir, que te haga vivir. |
Contempla, girasoles, margaritas y azucenas |
quieren parecerse un poquito a ti apenas, que más quisieran. |
Tan solo a ti te riego yo, mi sirena. |
Eres aire fresco que vuela la cometa, |
una bala sorpresa sin Rusia ni ruleta, |
una carpeta con letras de poetas, |
entre verso y verso pétalos de rosas secas. |
Y yo, subo escalón a escalón, |
quiero tocar el cielo azul, el cielo azul. |
Y tú, buscas en cada canción |
la sensación que te haga sentir, que te haga vivir. |
Cuatro esquinillas tiene mi cama, |
cuatro angelitos que me acompañan, |
cuatro secretos, miles de historias, |
sueños que giran en una noria. |
De norte a sur y de este a oeste, |
que de media vuelta quien le moleste |
y les deseo mucha suerte, |
están muy locos, puede ser mi muerte. |
Camina, cada paso tuyo a mi me contamina, |
mueve las caderas como gelatina, |
cintura divina, te comería con pan y mantequilla. |
Y yo, subo escalón a escalón, |
quiero tocar el cielo azul, el cielo azul. |
Y tú, buscas tras cada canción |
la sensación que te haga sentir, que te haga vivir. |
Y yo, subo escalón a escalón, |
quiero tocar el cielo azul, el cielo azul. |
Y tú, buscas tras cada canción |
la sensación que te haga sentir que estoy junto a ti. |
(translation) |
Walk, each step of yours contaminates me, |
move your hips like jelly, |
divine waist, I would eat you with bread and butter. |
Candle, a couple of shots of honey rum and candles. |
a box filled with a thousand springs |
that come, that fly, |
I just want a little bit of your whole life, |
of your entire life. |
And I climb step by step, |
I want to touch the blue sky, the blue sky. |
And you, you search behind each song |
the sensation that makes you feel, that makes you live. |
Behold, sunflowers, daisies and lilies |
They want to be a little like you, just what more would they like. |
I only water you, my siren. |
You are fresh air that flies the kite, |
a surprise bullet without Russia or roulette, |
a folder with lyrics by poets, |
between verse and verse dry rose petals. |
And I climb step by step, |
I want to touch the blue sky, the blue sky. |
And you, you search in every song |
the sensation that makes you feel, that makes you live. |
Four corners has my bed, |
four little angels that accompany me, |
four secrets, thousands of stories, |
dreams that spin on a Ferris wheel. |
From north to south and from east to west, |
turn around who bothers you |
and I wish you good luck, |
they are very crazy, it could be my death. |
Walk, each step of yours contaminates me, |
move your hips like jelly, |
divine waist, I would eat you with bread and butter. |
And I climb step by step, |
I want to touch the blue sky, the blue sky. |
And you, you search behind each song |
the sensation that makes you feel, that makes you live. |
And I climb step by step, |
I want to touch the blue sky, the blue sky. |
And you, you search behind each song |
the sensation that makes you feel that I am with you. |