Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mis bichitos, artist - Huecco. Album song Assalto, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 21.04.2008
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Mis bichitos(original) |
Rastreando como una hiena |
bajo la luna llena, tu olor en mi almohada |
voy corriendo como gacela |
peinando las parcelas de tu alma despiadada |
Como las tortugas con un menhir en la espalda |
me falta esa falda que me arropaba |
Y ya no sé fingir que no pasa nada |
Graniza tu recuerdo contra mi ventana |
Diluvias en mi oído cada mañana |
Mi corazón se arruga como una araña al morir |
Porque tú ya no estás, ah ah ah! |
Avestruz que esconde la cabeza |
en tierra de tristeza, abandonada |
buscando como lobo por la maleza |
sin mucha destreza a tu mirada |
Como un gallo solo, kirikeo siempre al alba |
tu alma no calma en la distancia |
Y ya no sé fingir que no pasa nada |
Graniza tu recuerdo contra mi ventana |
Diluvias en mi oído cada mañana |
Mi corazón se arruga como una araña al morir |
Porque tú ya no estás, ah! |
Graniza tu recuerdo contra mi ventana |
Diluvias en mi oído cada mañana |
Mi corazón se arruga como una araña al morir |
Porque tú ya no estás, ye ye ye ye ye yeah! |
Cada mañana |
Y no se ven las estrellas |
la lluvia moja las fieras |
mis bichitos lloran sus penas |
en el Arca de Noelia |
Graniza tu recuerdo contra mi ventana |
Diluvias en mi oído cada mañana |
Mi corazón se arruga como una araña al morir |
Porque tú ya no estás, yeh! |
Graniza tu recuerdo contra mi ventana |
Diluvias en mi oído cada mañana |
Mi corazón se arruga como una araña al morir |
Porque tú ya no estás, ye ye ye ye ye yeah! |
Porque tú ya no estás! |
(translation) |
Crawling like a hyena |
under the full moon, your smell on my pillow |
I run like a gazelle |
combing the plots of your ruthless soul |
Like the turtles with a menhir on their back |
I'm missing that skirt that covered me |
And I no longer know how to pretend that nothing is happening |
Hail your memory against my window |
It rains in my ear every morning |
My heart shrivels like a dying spider |
Because you are no longer here, ah ah ah! |
Ostrich that hides its head |
in a land of sadness, abandoned |
searching like a wolf through the brush |
without much dexterity to your gaze |
Like a rooster alone, kirikeo always at dawn |
your soul does not calm in the distance |
And I no longer know how to pretend that nothing is happening |
Hail your memory against my window |
It rains in my ear every morning |
My heart shrivels like a dying spider |
Because you are no longer here, ah! |
Hail your memory against my window |
It rains in my ear every morning |
My heart shrivels like a dying spider |
Because you are no longer here, ye ye ye ye ye yeah! |
Every morning |
And the stars are not seen |
the rain wets the beasts |
my little critters cry their sorrows |
in Noelia's Ark |
Hail your memory against my window |
It rains in my ear every morning |
My heart shrivels like a dying spider |
Because you are no longer here, yeh! |
Hail your memory against my window |
It rains in my ear every morning |
My heart shrivels like a dying spider |
Because you are no longer here, ye ye ye ye ye yeah! |
Because you are no longer! |