Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bacalao Beach, artist - El Cuarteto de Nos. Album song El Tren Bala, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 01.05.2018
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: Spanish
Bacalao Beach(original) |
| Fue en una playa junto al mar |
| Donde yo la conocí |
| Me enamoré de su andar |
| De su bikini color gris |
| Le invité algo a tomar |
| Y ella me dijo que sí |
| Pero no había ni un restaurán |
| En Bacalao Beach |
| Ua pa pa ua… |
| Nos pusimo' a conversar |
| La empecé a seducir |
| Le dije para intimar |
| Y ella me dijo que sí |
| Y que la arena le iba hacer arder |
| Si la empezábamos ahí |
| Pero no había ningún hotel |
| En Bacalao Beach |
| Fuckin' beach! |
| Ua pa pa ua… (Welcome to this surfin' beach!) |
| A esa altura no aguantaba más |
| Yo me quería ir de ahí |
| Le dije vámonos pa' otro lugar |
| Y ella me dijo que sí |
| Pero no había ni un tren, ni barco |
| Ni avión, ni lancha, ni un jet ski |
| Y me tuve que quedar pa' siempre |
| En Bacalao Beach |
| Fuckin' beach! |
| Tuve que formar un hogar |
| Tengo diez hijos y sigo aquí |
| Soy el partero y el sacristán |
| El basurero y el alguacil |
| Pero algún día me voy a acordar |
| Y por fin a descubrir |
| Como carajo fue que llegué |
| A Bacalao Beach |
| Fuckin' beach! |
| Ua pa pa ua… |
| Welcome to this fuckin' beach! |
| (translation) |
| It was on a beach by the sea |
| where i met her |
| I fell in love with his walk |
| From her gray bikini |
| I invited him something to drink |
| And she told me yes |
| But there wasn't even a restaurant |
| At Bacalao Beach |
| Whoa whoa whoa… |
| We started to talk |
| I started to seduce her |
| I told him to intimate |
| And she told me yes |
| And that the sand was going to make him burn |
| If we started it there |
| But there was no hotel |
| At Bacalao Beach |
| Fuckin' beach! |
| Ua pa pa ua… (Welcome to this surfin' beach!) |
| At that point she couldn't take it anymore |
| I wanted to get out of there |
| I told him let's go to another place |
| And she told me yes |
| But there was no train, no ship |
| Not a plane, not a boat, not a jet ski |
| And I had to stay forever |
| At Bacalao Beach |
| Fuckin' beach! |
| I had to make a home |
| I have ten children and I'm still here |
| I am the midwife and the sacristan |
| The Garbage Man and the Sheriff |
| But someday I'm going to remember |
| And finally to discover |
| How the hell did I get here? |
| A Bacalao Beach |
| Fuckin' beach! |
| Whoa whoa whoa… |
| Welcome to this fuckin' beach! |