Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Toma y Obliga, artist - Hora Zulú. Album song Toma y Obliga, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 21.02.2008
Record label: Avispa
Song language: Spanish
Toma y Obliga(original) |
Con la de tiempo que ha pasao y lo perdio que has estao |
Y todavía no tas parao a pensar |
Que lo que tienes asumio quizá está equivocao |
Que de ti mismo es de quien debes dudar |
Con la de gente que llegó y que te hablo y se marchó |
Cómo te atreves siquiera a insinuar |
Que nada fue lo que fue que na de aquello pasó |
Sólo eres tu a quien consigues engañar |
Que es tanto el dolor que pasé que no sé bien como acabé |
Cabeceando bocabajo y amarrado por los pies |
Y es tanto el amor que he perdio que tengo miedo y tengo frio |
Cuando hecho cuenta de las rentas de los besos que se han io |
No fue por defender mi ego al parecer solo el hecho |
De conocer causa placer no es solo por jugar con fuego |
Cuando llego y digo juego es porque abrigo |
La ilusión de dejar algo más pa luego por testigo |
Tantas veces como he estado decepcionado contigo |
Y hoy me siento acomplejado y no sé bien ni lo que digo |
Tantas veces como he ido y he vencido y he venido |
Cuantos segundos ganados a esos minutos perdidos |
Al reloj de enfrente de tu casa siempre echo un vistazo |
Cada vez que paso por guasa |
Y me doy cuenta que no se detiene |
Y eso es lo que tiene |
La vida se pasa |
Luego dirás que dije que digas |
Querrás dejarme por embustero |
Y aunque la vida toma y obliga |
Merecerá la pena vivir |
Y entre tanto que contaba se me puso el mundo oscuro |
Y me vi soñando versos malgastando mi futuro |
Ya cansado de buscar la cura del mal del que muero |
Mas que hundido en la amargura |
Escondido en mi agujero |
Y entretanto fui tan tonto que me olvidé del instinto |
Predicando a cuatro voces que buscaba algo distinto |
Discutiendo seriamente la patente del invento |
Describí mas que con pelos y señales lo que siento |
Y entretanto |
No contento con las mías me dediqué a amontonar |
En mi cabeza tus poesías |
Todo lo se escondía tras de tu filosofía |
Reflejaba tus miserias las nuestras de cada día |
Lastima que entre tanto cejara ese llanto |
Tanto como siento tal como te canto |
Que pena que el viento |
No te traiga a veces |
Conmigo un instante |
A mi vera un momento |
(translation) |
With the amount of time that has passed and what you have lost |
And you still don't stop to think |
That what you have I assume maybe it's wrong |
That it is yourself that you should doubt |
With the people who came and spoke to you and left |
How dare you even hint |
That nothing was what it was that none of that happened |
It's only you who manage to fool |
That the pain I went through is so much that I don't really know how I ended up |
Heading upside down and tied by the feet |
And it's so much love that I've lost that I'm afraid and I'm cold |
When I account for the income of the kisses that have gone |
It was not to defend my ego, it seemed only the fact |
Knowing causes pleasure is not just playing with fire |
When I arrive and say game it is because I coat |
The illusion of leaving something else for later as a witness |
As many times as I've been disappointed in you |
And today I feel self-conscious and I don't even know what I'm saying |
As many times as I've gone and won and come |
How many seconds gained to those minutes lost |
At the clock in front of your house I always take a look |
Every time I pass by guasa |
And I realize that it doesn't stop |
And that's what you have |
life goes by |
Then you'll say I said say |
You will want to leave me for a liar |
And although life takes and forces |
will be worth living |
And while I was counting, the world turned dark |
And I saw myself dreaming verses wasting my future |
Already tired of looking for the cure of the evil from which I die |
More than sunk in bitterness |
hidden in my hole |
And in the meantime I was so foolish that I forgot the instinct |
Preaching to four voices that I was looking for something different |
Seriously discussing the invention patent |
I described more than with hairs and signs what I feel |
and in the meantime |
Not happy with mine, I dedicated myself to piling up |
In my head your poetry |
Everything was hidden behind your philosophy |
Your miseries reflected ours every day |
Too bad that in the meantime that crying ceased |
As much as I feel as I sing to you |
What a pity that the wind |
I don't bring you sometimes |
with me for a moment |
I will see a moment |