Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La vereda de la puerta de atrás, artist - Extremoduro. Date of issue: 09.12.2021
Song language: Spanish
La vereda de la puerta de atrás(original) |
| Si no fuera porque hice colocado |
| El camino de tu espera |
| Me habría desconectado; |
| Condenado a mirarte desde fuera |
| Y dejar que te tocara el sol |
| Y si fuera mi vida una escalera |
| Me la he pasao' entera |
| Buscando el siguiente escalon |
| Convencido que estás en el tejado |
| Esperando a ver si llego yo |
| Y dejar de lado la vereda de la puerta de atrás |
| Por donde te vi marchar |
| Como una regadera que la hierba hace que vuelva a brotar |
| Y ahora todo es campo ya… |
| Sus soldados son flores de madera |
| Y mi ejército no tiene bandera, es sólo un corazón |
| Condenado a vivir entre maleza |
| Sembrando flores de algodón |
| Si me espera la muerte traicionera |
| Y antes de repartirme del todo me veo en un cajón |
| Que me entierren con la picha por fuera |
| Pa' que se la coma un ratón |
| Y muere a todas horas gente dentro de mi televisor |
| Quiero oír alguna canción |
| Que no hable de sandeces y que diga que no sobra el amor |
| Y que empiece en sí, no en no |
| Y dejar de lado la vereda de la puerta de atrás |
| Por donde te vi marchar |
| Como una regadera que la hierba hace que vuelva a brotar |
| Y ahora todo es campo ya… |
| Dices que a veces no comprendes qué dice mi voz |
| Cómo quieres que esté dentro de tu ombligo |
| Si entre los dedos se me escapa volando una flor |
| Y ella solita va marcando el camino |
| Dices que a veces no comprendes qué dice mi voz |
| Cómo quieres que yo sepa lo que digo |
| Si entre los dedos se me escapa volando una flor |
| Y yo la dejo que me marque el camino… |
| (translation) |
| If it wasn't because I got high |
| The path of your waiting |
| I would have logged out; |
| Condemned to look at you from the outside |
| And let the sun touch you |
| And if my life were a ladder |
| I have spent the whole |
| Looking for the next step |
| Convinced you're on the roof |
| Waiting to see if I arrive |
| And leave aside the sidewalk of the back door |
| Where did I see you go? |
| Like a watering can that makes the grass sprout again |
| And now everything is field already… |
| His soldiers are wooden flowers |
| And my army has no flag, it's just a heart |
| Condemned to live in the bush |
| planting cotton flowers |
| If treacherous death awaits me |
| And before dividing myself completely I see myself in a drawer |
| That they bury me with the dick out |
| So that a mouse eats it |
| And people die all the time inside my television |
| I want to hear some song |
| Do not talk about nonsense and say that love is not enough |
| And let it start with yes, not with no |
| And leave aside the sidewalk of the back door |
| Where did I see you go? |
| Like a watering can that makes the grass sprout again |
| And now everything is field already… |
| You say that sometimes you don't understand what my voice says |
| How do you want it to be inside your navel |
| If a flower flies between my fingers |
| And she alone is marking the way |
| You say that sometimes you don't understand what my voice says |
| How do you want me to know what I say? |
| If a flower flies between my fingers |
| And I let her show me the way... |