Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La carretera, artist - Hombres G. Album song Peligrosamente Juntos, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 15.02.2002
Record label: Dro East West
Song language: Spanish
La carretera(original) |
Calla, duerme, piensa |
Queda mucho por andar |
La carretera es tensa |
Y llueve sin parar |
Curvas, baches, bares |
Perros muertos sn collar |
Y la msica que t |
Haz traido para recordar |
Aquella nia, que sabe Dios |
Donde estar |
Me paso la vida |
Marcando un nuevo rumbo |
De comida, con mi ropa |
Oliendo a humo y tu estars |
Dormida, en tu cuarto lleno de fotos |
Y yo jugando mi partida |
Con los pantalones rotos |
Intentando que la voz me aguante |
Hasta el final, y tocaremos |
Sufre mamn |
Y ya en el camerino |
Bebe agua y relajate |
La toalla robada de un hotel |
Y los autografos que das |
Que no sabes su valr |
Tu los das, porqu no darlos? |
Y quizieras irte ya, te duele la |
Espalda, te miras a un espejo |
Y ves sudor y whiskey y agua |
Y mientras tu |
Estas en casa, donde el tiempo no pasa |
Y no paro de pensar en ti, |
Sueo con las calles de Madrid |
Los tcnicos recojen |
Todo el mundo se ha ido ya |
Ya no quedan ilusiones |
Solo cajas que cargar |
Y un camin que espera |
Para llevarte a otro lugar |
Donde tocaremos |
Sufre mamn devuelveme a mi chica |
(translation) |
shut up, sleep, think |
There is a long way to go |
the road is tense |
And it rains nonstop |
curves, potholes, bars |
dead dogs without collar |
And the music that you |
You have brought to remember |
That girl, who knows God |
Where to be |
I spend my life |
charting a new course |
Of food, with my clothes |
Smelling like smoke and you'll be |
Asleep, in your room full of photos |
And me playing my game |
with ripped pants |
Trying to hold my voice |
Until the end, and we'll play |
suffer mamn |
And already in the dressing room |
drink water and relax |
The towel stolen from a hotel |
And the autographs you give |
That you don't know its worth |
You give them, why not give them? |
And maybe you could leave now, it hurts |
Back, you look in a mirror |
And you see sweat and whiskey and water |
and while you |
You are at home, where time does not pass |
And I can't stop thinking about you, |
I dream of the streets of Madrid |
The technicians collect |
Everybody's already gone |
there are no more illusions |
Only boxes to load |
And a truck that waits |
To take you to another place |
where will we play |
Suffer mamn give me back my girl |