Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jimena, artist - Joaquín Sabina. Album song Volverte a Ver, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыкаDate of issue: 23.06.2019
Record label: Boltagemusical
Song language: Spanish
Jimena(original) |
| Jimena tuvo un sueño el martes que viene |
| Rodando por peldaños de caracol |
| Desembocó en un laberinto de andenes |
| Diciendo adiós a los trenes |
| Que pierdo yo |
| Jimena tiene un master en desengaños |
| Jimena es una mina antipersonal |
| Se acuerda de quererme cada dos años |
| Mientras yo me las apaño |
| Para olvidar |
| Jimena no traiciona por treinta lucas |
| Y en vez de silicona bajo el jersey |
| Tiene un jardín con dos terrones de azúcar |
| Y un potpurrí de Chabuca |
| Con J.J.Cale |
| Rosa de Lima, prima lejana |
| Lengua de gato, bicarbonato de porcelana |
| Dolor de muelas, pan de centeno |
| Hasta las suelas de mis zapatos te hechan de menos |
| Prenda de abrigo, ven, vente conmigo |
| Jimena no deshoja las margaritas |
| Por miedo a que le digan que sí |
| Cuando se le atragantan mis nochecitas |
| Le canta las mañanitas |
| El rey David |
| Los dioses que me quitan los pies del suelo |
| Planchan su camisita y su canesú |
| Su nikon, su abanico de terciopelo |
| Su bolsa de caramelos |
| Y su rithm and blues |
| Maldito cruzigrama, maldito Bryce |
| Se mueren los botones de mis pijamas |
| Desde que nadie me llama |
| Supay, supay |
| Rosa de Lima, prima lejana |
| Lengua de gato, bicarbonato de porcelana |
| Dolor de muelas, pan de centeno |
| Hasta las suelas de mis zapatos te hechan de menos |
| Prenda de abrigo, ven, vente conmigo |
| (translation) |
| Jimena had a dream next Tuesday |
| Rolling down spiral steps |
| She ended up in a labyrinth of platforms |
| Saying goodbye to trains |
| What do I lose? |
| Jimena has a master's degree in disappointments |
| Jimena is an antipersonnel mine |
| He remembers loving me every two years |
| While I manage |
| To forget |
| Jimena does not betray for thirty lucas |
| And instead of silicone under the jersey |
| She has a garden with two sugar cubes |
| And a Chabuca potpourri |
| With J.J. Cale |
| Rosa de Lima, distant cousin |
| Cat's tongue, porcelain bicarbonate |
| Toothache, rye bread |
| Even the soles of my shoes miss you |
| Outerwear, come, come with me |
| Jimena does not strip the daisies |
| For fear of being told yes |
| When my little nights choke |
| She sings to him in the morning |
| King David |
| The gods that take my feet off the ground |
| They iron her little shirt and yoke |
| Her nikon, her velvet fan |
| Your bag of candy |
| And its rhythm and blues |
| Damn crossword, damn Bryce |
| The buttons on my pajamas die |
| Since no one calls me |
| Supay, supay |
| Rosa de Lima, distant cousin |
| Cat's tongue, porcelain bicarbonate |
| Toothache, rye bread |
| Even the soles of my shoes miss you |
| Outerwear, come, come with me |