Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tacones baratos, artist - Huecco. Album song Huecco, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 13.03.2006
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Tacones baratos(original) |
Hoy es el día de los muertos en vida |
Donde este pobre corazón resucita |
Cinco meses deborao por las termitas |
Como esa podrida y vieja silla |
Hoy vi cruzar a esa chica sencilla |
Guapa de cara Rica de alma |
De esas que no se olvidan |
Belleza callada y mirada recogida |
Ojos que ponen la zancadilla |
Quiero olvidar, quiero probar |
Quiero olvidar, quiero probar |
Quiero probar el rojo de tus labios |
Quiero gastar mi vida entre tus brazos |
Esos tacones baratos |
Mira ya estas cerca otra vez |
Si tú me dices ven con lindas sonrisas |
Y yo te digo ten mis manos te acarician |
Y me dices bien Que rica la vida |
Y yo te digo arriba arriba arriba |
Me resbalo en tu piel Y exprimimos los labios |
Mira tus piernas morenas Con tacones baratos |
Diosa que has triturado esta rutina |
Descongelados calendarios y horas asesinas |
De pies gordos y noches cojas que no caminan |
De aquella imbécil a la que di mi vida |
Acércate y abre esta botella vacía |
Ya no queda demasiado corazón |
Ya no quedan palabras bonitas |
Tu no la ves pero mi alma respira |
Y me gustas chiquilla |
Quiero olvidar, quiero probar |
Quiero olvidar, quiero probar |
Quiero probar el rojo de tus labios |
Quiero gastar mi vida entre tus brazos |
Esos tacones baratos |
Mira ya estás cerca otra vez |
Si tú me dices ven con lindas sonrisas |
Y yo te digo ten mis manos te acarician |
Y me dices bien Que rica la vida |
Y yo te digo arriba arriba arriba |
Me resbalo en tu piel Y exprimimos los labios |
Mira tus piernas morenas Con tacones baratos |
(gracias a Alfonso por esta letra) |
(translation) |
Today is the day of the living dead |
Where this poor heart resurrects |
Five months spent by termites |
Like that rotten old chair |
Today I saw that simple girl cross |
Pretty with a face Rich with a soul |
Of those that are not forgotten |
Quiet beauty and collected look |
Eyes that trip |
I want to forget, I want to try |
I want to forget, I want to try |
I want to taste the red of your lips |
I want to spend my life in your arms |
those cheap heels |
Look, you're close again |
If you tell me, come with beautiful smiles |
And I tell you, have my hands caress you |
And you tell me well how rich life is |
And I tell you up up up |
I slip on your skin and we squeeze lips |
Look at your brown legs with cheap heels |
Goddess you have shredded this routine |
Thawed calendars and killer hours |
Of fat feet and lame nights that don't walk |
Of that imbecile to whom I gave my life |
Come closer and open this empty bottle |
There's not much heart left |
There are no more beautiful words |
You don't see it but my soul breathes |
And I like you girl |
I want to forget, I want to try |
I want to forget, I want to try |
I want to taste the red of your lips |
I want to spend my life in your arms |
those cheap heels |
Look you're close again |
If you tell me, come with beautiful smiles |
And I tell you, have my hands caress you |
And you tell me well how rich life is |
And I tell you up up up |
I slip on your skin and we squeeze lips |
Look at your brown legs with cheap heels |
(thanks to Alfonso for these lyrics) |