Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Partiendo la Pana, artist - Estopa. Date of issue: 19.05.2016
Song language: Spanish
Partiendo la Pana(original) |
| Ponga atención a lo que voy a contar |
| Ocurrió una fria noche de cornellá en un rincón |
| No recuerdo muy bien porque sucedió |
| Solo recuerdo que estaba en un bar |
| Porque será… |
| La clientela bebía, futbolín encontraba |
| Las miradas perdias, los codos en la barra |
| En fin cerveza fria por mi garganta |
| Se derramaba |
| Que escalofrio se pudo sentir |
| Cuando entró un tipo bajito, pero eso si bacilón |
| Que poseia todo lo que el bar queria |
| Un toque magico pa la aficción |
| Porque será… |
| Y el tipo era una máquina, un pasao de página, como las colaba |
| Como presionaba en fin se divertia y toda la gente le cantaba |
| Tu eres una fiera porque entras partiendo la pana |
| Invitando a la peña, invitando a cañas |
| A la hija de la dueña la tienes loca loquita loca |
| Tu eres una fiera porque entras partiendo la pana |
| Invitando a la peña, invitando a cañas |
| A la hija de la dueña la tienes loca |
| Se veia de venir el marrón, por lo menos desde mi posición |
| Y el colega la empezo a bacilar del tirón |
| Pero la suerte a veces cambia de banda |
| Y el viejo de la niña salto la barra |
| Menuda la panza, mirada desbocada, cuchillo jamonero |
| Y toda la gente le cantaba… |
| Tu eres un fiera porque entras partiendo la pana |
| Invitando a la peña, invitando a cañas |
| Repartiendo leña… |
| Enseño la pipa que quieres mas señas? |
| Tu eres un fiera porque entras repartiendo la pana |
| Invitando a la peña, invitando a cañas |
| Saco la pipa qué quieres mas señas? |
| Tiros y mas tiros en un bar |
| La pasma esta a punto de llegar |
| Yo me quedé con más ganas de juerga |
| Lo vi todo desde la puerta |
| La cuenta joe |
| (translation) |
| Pay attention to what I am going to tell |
| It happened a cold night in cornella in a corner |
| I don't remember very well why it happened |
| I only remember that I was in a bar |
| Because it will be... |
| The clientele drank, foosball found |
| The lost looks, the elbows on the bar |
| Anyway cold beer down my throat |
| spilled |
| What a chill could be felt |
| When a short guy entered, but that's bacilón |
| That he owned everything the bar wanted |
| A magic touch for the hobby |
| Because it will be... |
| And the guy was a machine, a page turner, how he put them in |
| As he pressed in the end he had fun and all the people sang to him |
| You are a beast because you enter breaking the corduroy |
| Inviting the rock, inviting reeds |
| You have the daughter of the owner crazy crazy crazy |
| You are a beast because you enter breaking the corduroy |
| Inviting the rock, inviting reeds |
| You have the owner's daughter crazy |
| You could see the brown coming, at least from my position |
| And the colleague started to jerk her off |
| But luck sometimes changes sides |
| And the old man of the girl jumped the bar |
| What a belly, wild look, ham knife |
| And all the people sang to him... |
| You are a beast because you enter breaking the corduroy |
| Inviting the rock, inviting reeds |
| Delivering firewood... |
| I show the pipe what do you want more signs? |
| You are a beast because you enter distributing the corduroy |
| Inviting the rock, inviting reeds |
| I take out the pipe what do you want more signs? |
| Shots and more shots in a bar |
| The copma is about to arrive |
| I was left wanting to party more |
| I saw it all from the door |
| the joe account |