Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buitre no come alpiste, artist - Extremoduro. Album song Yo, Minoria Absoluta, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 28.02.2002
Record label: Dro East West
Song language: Spanish
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. |
(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. |