Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Morcillo Lopez, artist - El Cuarteto de Nos. Album song El Tren Bala, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 01.05.2018
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: Spanish
Morcillo Lopez(original) |
yo soy morcillo lopez |
y les voy a contar mi historia |
resulta que |
yo andaba paseando un día |
por mi lindo montevideo |
iba chupando un mate amargo |
y morfando unos buñuelos |
cuando en eso un par de tipos |
se bajan de una limusina |
me dieron cuatro patadas |
me metieron a trompadas |
y el termo se me hizo harina |
me gritaron «desertor"en un acento |
que nervioso me puso |
me mostraron una foto |
de un astronauta ruso |
el tipo era igualito a mi |
y dije chau, me confundieron |
con mi mochila violeta |
ahímarchéen una avioneta |
pa' rusia muerto de miedo |
morcillo lopez |
siga su historia |
morcillo lopez |
que ustéya estáen la gloria |
porque su hazaña |
como ninguna |
ser el primer uruguayo en la luna |
enseguida que llegamos agarraron |
me metieron en el cohete |
mientras trataba de explicarles |
que yo no era el tipo ese |
y pensar que hacía un rato soñaba |
con una playa de jamaica |
ir al espacio no quería |
porque sabría que me iría |
peor que a la perra laika |
y ahíprendieron los motores, si |
y la nave despegó, no |
yo no sabría explicarles, si |
mi estado de frenesí, no, si |
había un libro de instrucciones |
pero estaba todo en ruso |
y me tuve que arreglar con lo que la patrona |
en mi mochila violeta puso |
morcillo lopez |
siga su historia |
morcillo lopez |
que ustéya estáen la gloria |
porque su hazaña |
como ninguna |
ser el primer uruguayo en la luna |
la patrona había puesto, que ironía |
un cacho de ensalada rusa |
y un vientito que entraba lo tapé |
con un boleto de cutcsa |
si faltaba combustible le echaba |
en el tanque una grapita |
y una palanca que no andaba la arreglé |
usando la grasa de una torta frita |
si venía un meteorito volando |
yo le tiraba una alpargata |
y pa no salir flotando |
me atéel termo entre las patas |
y por la gravedad yo solo podía |
tomar mate con auxana |
y por la radio que me hablaban |
a esa altura ya sonaba el casette de araca la cana |
morcillo lopez |
siga su historia |
morcillo lopez |
que ustéya estáen la gloria |
porque su hazaña |
como ninguna |
ser el primer uruguayo en la luna |
vo roberto |
y la canción como sigue |
para cuando |
como el día más glorioso |
don morcillo ya se va |
que morcillo no se olvide |
me parecióver un grafiti que decía |
que gardel nación en la luna |
pero yo con la manija ya era |
como un piloto de pluna |
asíque cuando alunicéme dije |
la patrona me traicionó |
porque la única bandera que tenía pa clavar |
era la de peñarol |
morcillo lopez |
siga su historia |
morcillo lopez |
que ustéya estáen la gloria |
porque su hazaña |
como ninguna |
ser el primer uruguayo en la luna |
y si amigas |
amigas y amigos |
que marginan este escenario de momo |
morcillo lopez se va |
se va |
pero esto no va a ser un adios |
sino un hasta nunca |
porque el cuarteto |
el cuarteto en su tren bala también se va |
y no olvide |
que por contrataciones |
debe llamar al número |
y como lo muchachada buchangera |
yo también me voy |
anda a cagar |
(translation) |
I am morcillo lopez |
and I'm going to tell you my story |
it turns out that |
I was walking one day |
for my beautiful montevideo |
I was sucking a bitter mate |
and morphing some fritters |
when at it a couple of guys |
they get out of a limousine |
they kicked me four times |
they punched me |
and the thermos turned into flour |
they yelled "deserter" at me in an accent |
how nervous it made me |
they showed me a photo |
of a Russian astronaut |
the guy was just like me |
and I said bye, they confused me |
with my violet backpack |
there I went on a plane |
for russia scared to death |
morcillo lopez |
follow his story |
morcillo lopez |
that you are already in glory |
because his feat |
like none |
to be the first Uruguayan on the moon |
as soon as we arrived they grabbed |
they put me in the rocket |
while trying to explain |
that I was not that guy |
and to think that a while ago I was dreaming |
with a Jamaican beach |
go to space did not want |
because I would know that I would go |
worse than laika bitch |
and there they started the engines, yes |
and the ship took off, no |
I would not know how to explain, yes |
my state of frenzy, no, yeah |
there was an instruction book |
but it was all in russian |
and I had to make do with what the boss |
in my violet backpack he put |
morcillo lopez |
follow his story |
morcillo lopez |
that you are already in glory |
because his feat |
like none |
to be the first Uruguayan on the moon |
the boss had put, what an irony |
a piece of Russian salad |
and a little wind that came in I covered it up |
with a cutcsa ticket |
if there was no fuel, he would put it |
in the tank a grapita |
and I fixed a lever that didn't work |
using the fat from a fried cake |
if a meteor came flying |
I threw an espadrille at him |
and to not float out |
I tied the thermos between my legs |
and because of gravity I could only |
drink mate with auxana |
and on the radio they spoke to me |
at that point the cassette of araca la cana was already playing |
morcillo lopez |
follow his story |
morcillo lopez |
that you are already in glory |
because his feat |
like none |
to be the first Uruguayan on the moon |
vo roberto |
and the song as follows |
when |
like the most glorious day |
don morcillo is already leaving |
that morcillo do not forget |
I thought I saw some graffiti that said |
that gardel was born on the moon |
but I was already with the handle |
like a moon pilot |
so when i woke up i said |
the boss betrayed me |
because the only flag that she had to nail |
it was the one from peñarol |
morcillo lopez |
follow his story |
morcillo lopez |
that you are already in glory |
because his feat |
like none |
to be the first Uruguayan on the moon |
and yes friends |
friends and friends |
that marginalize this scenario of momo |
morcillo lopez leaves |
it goes |
but this is not going to be goodbye |
but a see you never |
because the quartet |
the quartet on their bullet train is also leaving |
and don't forget |
that for hiring |
you must call the number |
and like the buchangera girl |
I'm leaving too |
go shit |