Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Idiota, artist - Huecco. Album song Huecco, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 13.03.2006
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Idiota(original) |
Es inútil, no vale la pena |
En invierno el sol no calineta |
Sino que se congela |
Y cae a trozos sobre mi |
Y me raja el alma |
Que a grito mudo se queja |
Toneladas de tristeza |
Mi mochila de cemento |
Y mi cabeza que no para de pensarte |
Y ¡cómo pesas! |
Si no quieres escuchar, caminaté… |
Si no me quieres mirar, pisamé… |
Aun puedo ser la acera donde tu perro juega |
O aprovechaté… |
Cómo una limosna me entregas |
Instantes de tu presencia |
Que me arranca mil sonrisas ciegas |
Un topo sé en tu indiferencia |
Que me mata dentro |
Y esos ojos ya no se tropiezan |
Ni tiemblan cuando estoy cerca, no |
Ahora bostezan y se van |
No importa donde… |
Si no quieres escuchar, caminaté… |
Si no me quieres mirar, pisamé… |
Aun puedo ser la perra que en tu olvido cogea |
O aprovechaté… |
Aquí me ves quemando margaritas a tus pies… |
Con la lengua ardiendo |
Y mi alma a la sombra de un ciprés |
Y tú con tu boca en cualquier bar de copas |
Regalando besos, bebiendo la copa |
No ves mi derrota |
Mira, no ves mi derrota |
Tu cariño sale ya sin fuerza |
Como el cava en la botella |
Que lleva una vida abierta |
Y patético lo intenta |
No juegue, no mienta |
Nunca vi una mirada tan hueca |
Tan vacia de ganas |
Tan lejos cuando te acercas |
Y aun te ries cuando te sale mi tristeza |
Y la vida te dará lo que me das |
Desde el barro quizás me recordarás |
Y te verás buceando, en tus podridos charcos |
Y allí te ahogarás |
Aquí me ves quemando margaritas a tus pies |
Con la lengua ardiendo |
Y mi alma a la sombra de un ciprés |
Y tú con tu boca en cualquier bar de copas |
Regalando besos, perdiendo la ropa |
No ves mi derrota |
Duele la pena, duele la pena |
Me mata el veneno de esa viuda negra |
Duele la pena, duele la pena |
Y me está matando esa mujer |
Aquí me ves quemando margaritas a tus pies |
Con la lengua ardiendo |
Y mi alma a la sombra de un ciprés |
Y tú con tu boca en un bar de copas |
Regalando besos, perdiendo la ropa |
No ves mi derrota |
Idiota, no ves mi derrota |
Idiota… |
(gracias a Roberto por esta letra) |
(translation) |
It's useless, it's not worth it |
In winter the sun does not heat |
but it freezes |
And it falls to pieces on me |
And it cracks my soul |
That with a silent cry complains |
tons of sadness |
my cement backpack |
And my head that doesn't stop thinking about you |
And how heavy! |
If you don't want to listen, walk... |
If you don't want to look at me, step on me... |
I can still be the sidewalk where your dog plays |
Or take advantage… |
How an alms you give me |
Moments of your presence |
That brings out a thousand blind smiles |
I know a mole in your indifference |
that kills me inside |
And those eyes no longer meet |
They don't even tremble when I'm around, no |
Now yawn and go |
It does not matter where… |
If you don't want to listen, walk... |
If you don't want to look at me, step on me... |
I can still be the bitch that in your forgetfulness fucks |
Or take advantage… |
Here you see me burning margaritas at your feet... |
with burning tongue |
And my soul in the shade of a cypress |
And you with your mouth in any cocktail bar |
Giving kisses, drinking the cup |
You don't see my defeat |
Look, you don't see my defeat |
Your love comes out without force |
Like the cava in the bottle |
who leads an open life |
And pathetic he tries |
Don't play, don't lie |
I never saw such a hollow look |
so empty of desire |
So far away when you get close |
And you still laugh when my sadness comes out |
And life will give you what you give me |
From the mud maybe you'll remember me |
And you will see yourself diving, in your rotten puddles |
and there you will drown |
Here you see me burning daisies at your feet |
with burning tongue |
And my soul in the shade of a cypress |
And you with your mouth in any cocktail bar |
Giving away kisses, losing clothes |
You don't see my defeat |
It hurts the pain, it hurts the pain |
The poison of that black widow kills me |
It hurts the pain, it hurts the pain |
And that woman is killing me |
Here you see me burning daisies at your feet |
with burning tongue |
And my soul in the shade of a cypress |
And you with your mouth in a cocktail bar |
Giving away kisses, losing clothes |
You don't see my defeat |
Idiot, you don't see my defeat |
Moron… |
(thanks to Roberto for these lyrics) |