Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song El chicle infinito , by - Huecco. Song from the album Huecco, in the genre ПопRelease date: 13.03.2006
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song El chicle infinito , by - Huecco. Song from the album Huecco, in the genre ПопEl chicle infinito(original) |
| Robar, esa horrible palabra |
| Cuando robas el alma o la calma |
| De quien no come nada |
| Mírame yo soy un ladrón |
| Pero de momentos bellos |
| De gruesos cabellos |
| Que le hizo esta canción |
| Y robé su cuello |
| Sus momentos más bellos |
| Su cama, su cintura de avispa |
| Y sus mejores recuerdos |
| Morir, saber que moriría que sí, que sí |
| Por pegarle a mi cuerpo |
| Es que la llevo muy dentro |
| Parar el viento, escalar, seguir subiendo |
| Congelar el tiempo y tocar el cielo |
| Parar el viento, escalar, seguir subiendo |
| Congelar el tiempo y tocar el cielo… |
| Con los dedos… |
| Con los dedos… |
| Con los dedos… aahh |
| Quiero estirar a muerte |
| Todo el tiempo a su lado |
| Convertir las horas galgas |
| En caracoles cojeando |
| Y mirar a las estrellas |
| Y no lavar jamás las huellas |
| De sus manos en mi pelo |
| De sus labios en mi pecho |
| Hablar, esa horrible palabra |
| Cuando ladras |
| Presumes mucho siempre |
| Y nunca dices nada |
| Mírame yo sí presumo |
| De que no consumo |
| No fumo y escupo |
| A la cara falsa de quien ladra |
| Tanto, no hables tanto |
| Me estás mareando |
| Hablan nada esas mandíbulas rayadas |
| Ella es ahora |
| Lo único que me importa |
| Enterrar tu puño |
| Desoír tu historia |
| Tus aburridas noches |
| Tus borrachas norias |
| Tu varicela de goles |
| Pichichis y victorias |
| Cobarde |
| Cómetete tus cuernos |
| Por pegarla sola |
| Por ponerte ciego |
| En ese antro de moda |
| Y, qué daría yo, qué daría yo |
| Por tener sus labios |
| Por tenerla toda |
| Por abrir su risa |
| Mojar su boca |
| Tropezar en sus ojos |
| Y beber en sus olas |
| Abrir su risa |
| Mojar su boca |
| Tropezar en sus ojos |
| Y beber cada noche sus olas… |
| Sus olas… sus olas… aaahhh… |
| Quiero estirar a muerte |
| Todo el tiempo a su lado |
| Convertir las horas galgas |
| En caracoles cojeando |
| Y mirar a las estrellas |
| Y no lavar jamás las huellas |
| De sus manos en mi pelo |
| De sus labios en mi pecho |
| Recorrer las curvas lindas |
| De su cuerpo azucarado |
| Arañar la seda fina |
| De su pelo despeinado |
| Y acostar nuestras sonrisas |
| Y matar todas las prisas |
| Se atraviesan como espinas |
| Esos besos de latina |
| He parado el tiempo |
| Y vaciado la arena |
| De aquel viejo reloj… |
| He estirado el tiempo |
| Con un para siempre |
| Del chicle infinito en mi diente |
| Quiero estirar a muerte |
| Todo el tiempo a su lado |
| Convertir las horas galgas |
| En caracoles cojeando |
| Y mirar a las estrellas |
| Y no lavar jamás las huellas |
| De sus manos en mi pelo |
| De sus labios en mi pecho |
| Recorrer las curvas lindas |
| De su cuerpo azucarado |
| Arañar la seda fina |
| De su pelo despeinado |
| Y acostar nuestras sonrisas |
| Y matar todas las prisas |
| Se atraviesan como espinas |
| Esos besos de latina |
| Y yo quiero estirar a muerte |
| Todo el tiempo a su lado |
| Convertir las horas galgas |
| En caracoles cojeando |
| Y mirar a las estrellas |
| Y no lavar jamás las huellas |
| De sus manos en mi pelo |
| De sus labios en mi pecho |
| Recorrer las curvas lindas |
| De su cuerpo azucarado |
| Arañar la seda fina |
| De su pelo despeinado |
| Y acostar nuestras sonrisas |
| Y matar todas las prisas |
| Se atraviesan como espinas |
| Esos besos de latina |
| (translation) |
| Steal, that horrible word |
| When you steal the soul or the calm |
| Who does not eat anything |
| Look at me I'm a thief |
| But of beautiful moments |
| of thick hair |
| What did this song do to him? |
| And I stole her neck |
| Your most beautiful moments |
| His bed, his wasp waist |
| and your best memories |
| To die, to know that she would die, yes, yes |
| For hitting my body |
| It's that I carry it deep inside |
| Stop the wind, climb, keep climbing |
| Freeze time and touch the sky |
| Stop the wind, climb, keep climbing |
| Freeze time and touch the sky… |
| With the fingers… |
| With the fingers… |
| With the fingers… aahh |
| I want to stretch to death |
| All the time by your side |
| Convert gauge hours |
| In limping snails |
| And look at the stars |
| And never wash away the traces |
| Of her hands of hers in my hair |
| From her lips of hers on my chest |
| speak, that awful word |
| when you bark |
| You always presume a lot |
| and you never say anything |
| Look at me yes I presume |
| that I do not consume |
| I don't smoke and I spit |
| To the false face of the one who barks |
| So much, don't talk so much |
| You are making me dizzy |
| Those scratched jaws speak nothing |
| she is now |
| The only thing that matters to me |
| bury your fist |
| ignore your story |
| your boring nights |
| Your drunk Ferris wheels |
| Your chickenpox of goals |
| Top scorers and victories |
| Coward |
| eat your horns |
| for hitting her alone |
| for making you blind |
| In that trendy joint |
| And what would I give, what would I give |
| to have her lips |
| for having it all |
| From her for opening her laugh |
| wet your mouth |
| tripping on his eyes |
| And drink in its waves |
| Open your laugh |
| wet your mouth |
| tripping on his eyes |
| And drink every night the waves of it... |
| Her waves… her waves… aaahhh… |
| I want to stretch to death |
| All the time by your side |
| Convert gauge hours |
| In limping snails |
| And look at the stars |
| And never wash away the traces |
| Of her hands of hers in my hair |
| From her lips of hers on my chest |
| Go through the beautiful curves |
| Of her body of her sugary |
| Scratch fine silk |
| Of her disheveled hair |
| And lay down our smiles |
| And kill all the rush |
| They pierce like thorns |
| Those Latin kisses |
| I have stopped time |
| And emptied the sand |
| Of that old clock... |
| I have stretched the time |
| with a forever |
| Of infinite gum on my tooth |
| I want to stretch to death |
| All the time by your side |
| Convert gauge hours |
| In limping snails |
| And look at the stars |
| And never wash away the traces |
| Of her hands of hers in my hair |
| From her lips of hers on my chest |
| Go through the beautiful curves |
| Of her body of her sugary |
| Scratch fine silk |
| of his disheveled hair |
| And lay down our smiles |
| And kill all the rush |
| They pierce like thorns |
| Those Latin kisses |
| And I want to stretch to death |
| All the time by your side |
| Convert gauge hours |
| In limping snails |
| And look at the stars |
| And never wash away the traces |
| Of her hands of hers in my hair |
| From her lips of hers on my chest |
| Go through the beautiful curves |
| Of your sugary body |
| Scratch fine silk |
| of his disheveled hair |
| And lay down our smiles |
| And kill all the rush |
| They pierce like thorns |
| Those Latin kisses |
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|---|---|
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| Pa´ mi guerrera | 2006 |
| Cerezas | 2008 |
| Tacones baratos | 2006 |
| Dos Segundos ft. Ana Guerra | 2020 |
| Calamidad | 2011 |
| El burro de Mayabe | 2008 |
| Rayos | 2006 |
| Creo | 2008 |
| Apache | 2006 |
| Mirando al cielo | 2008 |
| Los tesoros imposibles | 2008 |
| Barriendo estrellas | 2011 |
| Si me ayudas a volar | 2008 |
| Se acabaron las lágrimas | 2008 |
| Mirando al cielo [X Aniversario] ft. Rozalén | 2018 |
| No te lloraré | 2006 |