Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Imposible Picha, artist - El Barrio. Album song Espejos, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 23.10.2011
Record label: Flamenco Abierto
Song language: Spanish
Imposible Picha(original) |
Estribillo: |
Atao a tu cintura, como un simple delantal |
Como si de esta locura no me quisiera nunca curar |
Y se me hace mas fácil, hablar con Dios que hablar contigo |
He intentado en mil maneras de que te lleguen mis cartas |
Cuando sales a la calle yo he procurado hacer el ruido |
Y he obtenido menos respuesta que el muñeco de una tarta |
Hago señales de humo al caer la tarde desde mi azotea |
He invocado al viejo Lorenzo y con un espejo quiero deslumbrarte |
He aquí el tonto del bote siendo un Julieto sin su Romea |
Procuro hacerte frente pa' derrumbar tu baluarte |
Amor me dicen que el que espera desespera |
Y amor no llueve y tengo goteras en mi corazón |
No late y esta enfermo… padece de ausencia amor |
Agarrao a tu cintura como las cuerdas de un delantal |
Y como si de esta maldita locura no me quisiera nunca currar |
Estribillo: |
Atao a tu cintura, como un simple delantal |
Como si de esta locura no me quisiera nunca curar |
Como puede haber personas que hayan nacido sordomudas |
Y otras sanas y sin embargo se aprovechan de esta minusvalía |
Otro en mi caso de diría: cariño, hoy me la suda |
Pero yo soy el valiente de unos cuatro o cinco dias |
Para mi amor pido el indulto y que apuntan tus manias |
Hoy repican las campanas y en el monte del olvido |
Yo creo que el justo de los justos ha visto en tu persona la antipatía |
Y a mis ganitas va aburriendo por ver si algun dia te olvido |
Amor me tiñe el color verde esperanza amor |
No llueve y tengo goteras en mi corazón |
No late y esta enfermo… de ausencia amor |
Agarrao a tu cintura como las cintas de un delantal |
Y como si de esta maldita locura no me quisiera nunca curar (cariño mio!) |
Amarrao a tu cintura como un simple delantal |
Y como si de esta locura no me quisiera nunca currar (x2) |
Amarrao a tu cintura como las cintas de un delantal |
Y que amarilla mi dentadura y que largas las penas de este llantar |
Amarrao a tu cintura como un simple delantal |
Y como si de esta locura no me quisiera nunca currar (x2) |
(translation) |
Chorus: |
tied around your waist, like a simple apron |
As if I would never want to be cured of this madness |
And it is easier for me to talk to God than to talk to you |
I have tried in a thousand ways for my letters to reach you |
When you go out on the street I have tried to make noise |
And I've gotten less response than a cake topper |
I make smoke signals at nightfall from my roof |
I have invoked the old Lorenzo and with a mirror I want to dazzle you |
Here's the fool on the boat being a Juliet without his Romea |
I try to face you to tear down your bastion |
Love they tell me that the one who waits despairs |
And love it doesn't rain and I have leaks in my heart |
He doesn't beat and he's sick... he suffers from lack of love |
I hold on to your waist like the strings of an apron |
And as if I never wanted to get over this damn madness |
Chorus: |
tied around your waist, like a simple apron |
As if I would never want to be cured of this madness |
How can there be people who were born deaf and dumb |
And others who are healthy and yet take advantage of this handicap |
Another in my case would say: darling, today I sweat it |
But I am the bravest of about four or five days |
For my love I ask for pardon and what your manias point |
Today the bells ring and on the mountain of oblivion |
I believe that the just of the just has seen antipathy in your person |
And my ganitas is boring to see if one day I forget you |
Love dyes me the color green hope love |
It doesn't rain and I have leaks in my heart |
It doesn't beat and it's sick... of lack of love |
I hold on to your waist like the straps of an apron |
And as if I never wanted to be cured of this damn madness (my darling!) |
tied to your waist like a simple apron |
And as if I never wanted to get over this madness (x2) |
tied to your waist like the straps of an apron |
And how yellow my teeth are and how long the sorrows of this tire |
tied to your waist like a simple apron |
And as if I never wanted to get over this madness (x2) |