Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Moneda Corriente, artist - Estelares.
Date of issue: 27.08.2014
Song language: Spanish
Moneda Corriente(original) |
He corrido tanto que en verdad |
me quede sin aire y sin estrellas |
una fina lluvio vio llegar |
la malvada fiebre de primavera |
Como sin aire voy |
somo sin aire pensando ra-ta-ta. |
Una vieja amiga amortiguo |
la inminente caida sobre la acera |
vos me viste vestido de amor |
cruzando los andes en noche buena |
Y me abrazaste fiel |
y entre cortadas dijiste: |
quisiera vivir bajo el sol con voz |
Pero se han ido linda |
se han terminado los dias de bien |
es moneda corriente en mi vida |
Las horas vacias andad |
rondando tu luz y mi fin |
Dicen que no es f? |
cil ver |
la luna caer sobre tu espalda |
o acaso ver tu espalda correr |
detras de mi que como un extra? |
o Como un extra? |
o voy |
como un extra? |
o pensando |
ojala no me guardes rencor |
Un boleto a ciudad feliz |
que alli hay marquesinas y hay estrellas* |
una dulce briza nos traera |
la preciosa nieve de primavera |
Pero se han ido linda |
se han terminado los dias de bien |
es moneda corriente en mi vida. |
(translation) |
I have run so much that in truth |
I ran out of air and stars |
a fine rain saw coming |
wicked spring fever |
as without air I go |
We are without air thinking rat-ta-ta. |
An old friend muffled |
the imminent fall on the sidewalk |
you saw me dressed in love |
crossing the andes on good night |
And you hugged me faithful |
and between cuts you said: |
I would like to live under the sun with a voice |
But they're gone pretty |
the good days are over |
it is common currency in my life |
The empty hours walk |
haunting your light and my end |
They say that it is not f? |
cil see |
the moon fall on your back |
or perhaps see your back run |
behind me as an extra? |
or as an extra? |
or I go |
as an extra? |
or thinking |
I hope you don't hold a grudge against me |
A ticket to happy city |
that there are canopies and there are stars* |
a sweet breeze will bring us |
the precious spring snow |
But they're gone pretty |
the good days are over |
it is common currency in my life. |