Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Historias de Carretera, artist - El Barrio. Album song Duermevela, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 18.10.2009
Record label: Flamenco Abierto
Song language: Spanish
Historias de Carretera(original) |
Madrugada fría |
Carretera sola |
Yo espero que este día |
Nunca pase a mi historia |
He invocado al olvido |
Y el olvido me ha ignorado |
No llevo GPS lo lleva mi pasado |
Madrugada fría |
Ni un bar de carretera |
No he visto todavía |
Ni una puta gasolinera |
No siento la distancia |
Siento que me encuentro sucio |
Si esta es mi película |
Que me pongan anuncios |
En la radio suenan |
Tres mil oyentes 'tos' contando penas |
Como si desahogándose |
Se hiciera leve andar con unas cadenas |
A quien coño le importa |
Si uno es tonto y encima come tortas |
Si uno mira el mundo y se da cuenta |
Tal y como están las cosas |
Madrugada fría |
Hoy me alejo para siempre |
Hay una señal que dice |
«Hay leyes pa' valientes» |
No se da nunca el paso |
Cuando tengas tu razón |
Cuando no la lleves |
Siempre haz el stop |
Pero resulta que conmigo |
La distancia hizo el olvido |
He creído quererla |
Cuando nunca me ha querido |
Me he quedado prendado |
He contado sin dar de lado |
Esta pena tan absorta |
Será que soy tonto |
Y encima como torta |
Marco con el móvil |
Para entrar en el programa |
Siempre me comunica |
Ya se me han quitado las ganas |
Dice el que presenta |
Que hay amores de conveniencias |
Yo opino que el mío |
Solo ha sido una mala experiencia |
Entra en directo |
Una de esas lenguas de culebra |
Juro, yo juro, juro, juro por mis muertos |
Que su voz era posesa |
Voz entre dulce y amarga |
Y era mi peor adversaria |
Conjuré al destino que |
Escuchará mi plegaria |
Quiero buscar |
Quiero encontrar un nuevo amor |
Que me vista de color verde la ilusión |
Quiero buscar |
Quiero encontrar un nuevo amor |
Que me pinte transparente su corazón |
(bis) |
(translation) |
cold morning |
road alone |
I hope that this day |
Never pass my story |
I have summoned oblivion |
And oblivion has ignored me |
I don't have a GPS, my past has it |
cold morning |
Not a roadside bar |
I haven't seen yet |
Not even a fucking gas station |
I don't feel the distance |
I feel that I am dirty |
Yes this is my movie |
that they put me ads |
They sound on the radio |
Three thousand listeners 'cough' counting sorrows |
As if letting off steam |
It would be easy to walk with chains |
who the fuck cares |
If one is stupid and eats cakes on top |
If one looks at the world and realizes |
the way things are |
cold morning |
Today I'm gone forever |
There's a sign that says |
"There are laws for the brave" |
The step is never taken |
when you're right |
when you don't wear it |
always make the stop |
But it turns out that with me |
The distance made oblivion |
I thought I loved her |
when you never loved me |
I have been captivated |
I have counted without giving up |
This sorrow so absorbed |
Am I stupid? |
And on top like cake |
frame with mobile |
To enter the program |
I always communicate |
I have already lost my desire |
Says the one who presents |
That there are loves of conveniences |
I think mine |
It was just a bad experience |
go live |
One of those snake tongues |
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear on my dead |
That his voice was possessed |
voice between sweet and bitter |
And she was my worst adversary |
I conjured fate that |
will hear my prayer |
I want to search |
I want to find a new love |
That I dress in green the illusion |
I want to search |
I want to find a new love |
Let me paint your heart transparent |
(Bis) |