Translation of the song lyrics Buitre no come alpiste - Extremoduro

Buitre no come alpiste (original)

Dnde estabas tantas horas?
Juntos en la misma habitacin
-mirando subir las olas-
preparadito para la accin.
Si la suerte me abandona
y dice que no quiere verme,
le llamar estafadora
me ha robado mientras duerme.
Me he pasado tantas horas
viendo de los ptalos la flor,
que se me acerca una amapola
y me vuelve a la boca to’l sabor.
Mrame a los ojos;
s qu ests pensando.
De tu cabeza quiero beber caldo.
Para matar mis dudas y subir hasta tu luna.
Trate en suelo;
vete colocando.
De tu entrepierna quiero beber caldo
y como ratas de basura: Desorden y Soledad
se fueron vindote llegar.
Ella se esconde el aire
que rodea el sonido de mi voz
y yo me entreno como un perro
para que le muerda mi cancin.
Si la suerte me abandona
y ves que estoy un poco triste,
es que t eres una zorra
y un buitre no come alpiste.
Y si te sientes perdedora
scate de la boca el amor
y devulveme todas las horas
que paso pensando que somos dos.
Mrame a los ojos;
s qu ests pensando.
De tu cabeza quiero beber caldo.
Para matar mis dudas y subir hasta tu luna.
Trate en suelo;
vete colocando.
De tu entrepierna quiero beber caldo
y como ratas de basura: Desorden y Soledad
se fueron vindote llegar.
Ser que te han cogido miedo de saber
que ests mas loca…
que yo, que necesito ver amanecer
cuando no toca.

Buitre no come alpiste (translation)

Where were you for so many hours?
together in the same room
-watching the waves rise-
ready for action.
If luck deserts me
and she says that he doesn't want to see me,
I will call you a scammer
she has robbed me in my sleep.
I have spent so many hours
seeing the flower from the petals,
that a poppy approaches me
and all the flavor returns to my mouth.
Look me in the eye;
I know what you're thinking.
From your head I want to drink broth.
To kill my doubts and go up to your moon.
Treat on ground;
go placing
I want to drink broth from your crotch
and as garbage rats: Disorder and Solitude
They left seeing you arrive.
She hides the air
that surrounds the sound of my voice
and I train like a dog
for her to bite my song.
If luck deserts me
and you see that I'm a little sad,
is that you are a bitch
and a vulture does not eat birdseed.
And if you feel like a loser
scate love from the mouth
and give me back every hour
What happened thinking that we are two.
Look me in the eye;
I know what you're thinking.
From your head I want to drink broth.
To kill my doubts and go up to your moon.
Treat on ground;
go placing
I want to drink broth from your crotch
and as garbage rats: Disorder and Solitude
They left seeing you arrive.
Being that they have taken you afraid of knowing
what are you more crazy ...
that I, that I need to see sunrise
when not playing.