Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blues del camarero , by - Hombres G. Song from the album Albums, in the genre ПопRelease date: 05.12.2011
Record label: Dro East West
Song language: Spanish
Blues del camarero(original) |
| Slo soy un camarero… |
| No me gusta trabajar… |
| Pero gano algn dinero… |
| Y nunca miro para atrs |
| Veo muchas malas caras… |
| Algunas de felicidad… |
| Puedo rerme de tus chistes… |
| Y darte una copa ms |
| Slo soy un camarero… nada ms. |
| Puedo tragarme todo tu humo… |
| Y aguantar todas tus charlas |
| Puedo verte dando tumbos |
| Y perseguir a las muchachas |
| Pero cuando la luz se encienda, |
| A la hora de cerrar |
| Tendrs que darme tu dinero, |
| Y tu copa terminar |
| Yo slo soy un camarero… nada ms. |
| Puedo cerrar el bar |
| Y en mi coche acelerar |
| Hasta donde el humo no me haga llorar |
| Me puedo emborrachar |
| Y salir a respirar |
| Pero yo no s porqu, |
| Pero me gusta estar… |
| Aqu detrs… |
| Slo soy un camarero, |
| No me gusta trabajar |
| Pero gano algn dinero, |
| Y nunca miro para atrs… |
| Pienso en lo que pude ser… |
| Pero he quemado mi garganta… |
| Con tabaco americano… |
| Y mucho whisky de garrafa |
| Entre estas cuatro paredes… |
| Me ha tocado trabajar |
| Slo un ngel en la barra… |
| De vez en cuando me hace soar |
| Slo soy un camarero… |
| їQu queris tomar? |
| Slo soy un camarero… |
| Nada ms… |
| (translation) |
| I'm just a waiter... |
| I do not like to work… |
| But I make some money... |
| And I never look back |
| I see a lot of bad faces... |
| Some of happiness... |
| I can laugh at your jokes... |
| And give you one more drink |
| I'm just a waiter... nothing more. |
| I can swallow all your smoke... |
| And put up with all your talk |
| I can see you stumbling |
| And chase the girls |
| But when the light comes on |
| at closing time |
| You will have to give me your money, |
| and your glass finish |
| I'm just a waiter... nothing more. |
| I can close the bar |
| And in my car accelerate |
| As far as the smoke doesn't make me cry |
| I can get drunk |
| And go out to breathe |
| But I don't know why |
| But I like to be… |
| back here... |
| I'm just a waiter |
| I do not like to work |
| But I make some money |
| And I never look back... |
| I think about what I could be... |
| But I have burned my throat… |
| With American tobacco… |
| And a lot of whiskey from a carafe |
| Between these four walls... |
| I have had to work |
| Just an angel at the bar… |
| From time to time it makes me dream |
| I'm just a waiter... |
| What do you want to drink? |
| I'm just a waiter... |
| Nothing else... |