Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuente de Energia, artist - Estopa. Date of issue: 19.05.2016
Song language: Spanish
Fuente de Energia(original) |
| Son las 4 de la tarde |
| Amanece un nuevo día |
| Ya no te hablas con casi nadie |
| Por culpa, ay!, de tu melancolía. |
| Dicen que son tus colegas |
| Los que te llevan por la mala vida |
| Pero es que tu eres la oveja negra |
| Y que tu solito te lías |
| Vas, a trancas y a barrancas |
| Sales de tu portería |
| Porque últimamente ya no se te levanta |
| Porque estas hecho una porquería |
| Porque te me apareces como los fantasmas |
| Como una mala melodía |
| Las palabras se te atrancan |
| Si te registra la policía |
| Por lo menos reconoce cual es |
| Tu fuente de energía |
| Que siempre te imaginas el mundo al revés |
| Una cárcel sin salida |
| Una manera tonta de pasar |
| Con pena y sin gloria |
| Pero ya a nadie le importa |
| Como acabará tu historia |
| Son las 12 de la noche |
| Comienza ya tu cacería |
| Porque tu ya no te escondes |
| Por culpa de tus ansias de alegría |
| Dicen que son tus colegas |
| Los que te llevan por la mala vida |
| Pero que tu eres la oveja negra |
| Y que tu solito te lías |
| Vas, atrancas y abarrancas |
| Sales de tu portería |
| Porque últimamente ya no se te levanta |
| Porque estas hecho una porquería |
| Porque te me apareces como los fantasmas |
| Con una mala melodía |
| Las palabras se te atrancan |
| Si te registra la policía |
| Por lo menos reconoce cual es |
| Tu fuente de energía |
| Siempre te imagina el mundo al revés |
| Una cárcel sin salida |
| Una manera tonta de pasar |
| Con pena y sin gloria |
| Pero ya a nadie le importa |
| Como acabará tu historia |
| Vas, atrancas y abarrancas |
| Sales de tu portería |
| Porque últimamente ya no se te levanta |
| Porque estas hecho una porquería |
| Porque te me apareces como los fantasmas |
| Con una mala melodía |
| Las palabras se te atrancan |
| Si te registra la policía |
| Por lo menos reconoce cual es |
| Tu fuente de energía |
| Siempre te imagina el mundo al revés |
| Una cárcel sin salida |
| Una manera tonta de pasar |
| Con pena y sin gloria |
| Pero ya a nadie le importa |
| Como acabara tu historia. |
| (2) |
| Tu fuente de energía |
| Tu fuente de energía |
| Tu fuente de energía |
| (translation) |
| It's 4 o'clock in the afternoon |
| A new day dawns |
| You no longer talk to almost anyone |
| Because of your melancholy, alas! |
| They say they are your colleagues |
| Those who lead you through the bad life |
| But it is that you are the black sheep |
| And that you mess around all by yourself |
| You go, in fits and starts |
| You leave your goal |
| Because lately you don't get up anymore |
| Cause you're a mess |
| Because you appear to me like ghosts |
| Like a bad melody |
| Words get stuck |
| If you are searched by the police |
| At least recognize what it is |
| your source of energy |
| That you always imagine the world upside down |
| A jail with no way out |
| A silly way to get by |
| With sorrow and without glory |
| But no one cares anymore |
| How will your story end? |
| It is 12 pm |
| Start your hunt now |
| Because you no longer hide |
| Because of your longing for joy |
| They say they are your colleagues |
| Those who lead you through the bad life |
| But that you are the black sheep |
| And that you mess around all by yourself |
| You go, you lock and you lock |
| You leave your goal |
| Because lately you don't get up anymore |
| Cause you're a mess |
| Because you appear to me like ghosts |
| with a bad tune |
| Words get stuck |
| If you are searched by the police |
| At least recognize what it is |
| your source of energy |
| You always imagine the world upside down |
| A jail with no way out |
| A silly way to get by |
| With sorrow and without glory |
| But no one cares anymore |
| How will your story end? |
| You go, you lock and you lock |
| You leave your goal |
| Because lately you don't get up anymore |
| Cause you're a mess |
| Because you appear to me like ghosts |
| with a bad tune |
| Words get stuck |
| If you are searched by the police |
| At least recognize what it is |
| your source of energy |
| You always imagine the world upside down |
| A jail with no way out |
| A silly way to get by |
| With sorrow and without glory |
| But no one cares anymore |
| How will your story end? |
| (two) |
| your source of energy |
| your source of energy |
| your source of energy |