
Date of issue: 06.06.2002
Song language: Spanish
La Madre de Jose(original) |
Oye José, escúchame |
Que no lo hice queriendo |
Yo te fui a buscar y me lié |
Por cierto, qué día más bueno |
Qué buena está la madre de mi amigo José |
La miro y me recuerda aquel momento que sé |
Que ella abrió la puerta y yo pregunté por él |
Me dice que se ha ido, que no va a volver |
Vuela mi fantasía, vuela alto, y la ves tumbada en |
El sofá y yo dentro del chalet |
Revivo aquel momento que me hizo perder |
Esos pocos papeles que yo puedo tener |
Y ahora estoy quedándome muy loco |
Qué va, qué va |
Lo que yo estoy es un poquito nervioso |
Es que la madre de José me está volviendo loco |
Y no la voy a dejar, porque lo siento y siento todo |
Qué culpa tengo yo si esa puerta no la he abierto |
Ha sido su madre que quería que entrara dentro |
Subí las escaleras del humilde chalet |
Con su madre en mis brazos rodeándome |
Tumbado en esa cama ví a mi amigo José |
En un portarretratos ahí mirándome |
Pasó lo que pasó y ahora no duermo bien |
Lo hice casi obligado no sabía que hacer |
Espero que él lo entienda que lo sepa ver |
Fue un momento muy duro lo va a entender |
Y ahora estoy volviendome aun mas loco |
Qué va, qué va |
Lo que yo estoy es un poco mas nervioso |
Es que la madre de José me está volviendo loco |
Y no la voy a dejar, porque lo siento y siento todo |
Qué culpa tengo yo si esa puerta no la he abierto |
Ha sido su madre que quería que entrara dentro |
Mira tío, entiéndeme |
Que no soy un mal tío |
Que soy muy sensible |
Y lo hice con cariño |
No quiero que pienses |
Que de ti me río |
Que me gusta tu madre José |
Es que la madre de José me está volviendo loco |
Y no la voy a dejar, porque lo siento y siento todo |
Qué culpa tengo yo si esa puerta no la he abierto |
Ha sido su madre que quería que entrara dentro (x2) |
(translation) |
Hey Jose, listen to me |
that I did not want to |
I went looking for you and got involved |
By the way, what a good day |
How hot is the mother of my friend José |
I look at it and it reminds me of that moment I know |
That she opened the door and I asked for him |
She tells me that she's gone, that she's not coming back |
She flies my fantasy, she flies high, and you see her lying on |
The sofa and me inside the chalet |
I relive that moment that made me lose |
Those few papers that I can have |
And now I'm going really crazy |
What's up, what's up |
What I am is a little nervous |
It's just that José's mother is driving me crazy |
And I'm not going to leave her, because I feel it and I feel everything |
What fault do I have if I have not opened that door |
It was his mother of him that she wanted him to enter inside |
I climbed the stairs of the humble chalet |
With his mother of him in my arms surrounding me |
Lying in that bed I saw my friend José |
In a frame there looking at me |
What happened happened and now I don't sleep well |
I did it almost forced I didn't know what to do |
I hope that he understands that he knows how to see it |
It was a very hard moment, you will understand |
And now I'm going even crazier |
What's up, what's up |
What I am is a little more nervous |
It's just that José's mother is driving me crazy |
And I'm not going to leave her, because I feel it and I feel everything |
What fault do I have if I have not opened that door |
It was his mother who wanted him to enter inside |
look man understand me |
That I'm not a bad guy |
that I am very sensitive |
And I did it with love |
I do not want you to think |
that I laugh at you |
That I like your mother José |
It's just that José's mother is driving me crazy |
And I'm not going to leave her, because I feel it and I feel everything |
What fault do I have if I have not opened that door |
It was his mother who wanted him to enter inside (x2) |