Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Medias Negras, artist - Joaquín Sabina. Album song Volverte a Ver, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 23.06.2019
Record label: Boltagemusical
Song language: Spanish
Medias Negras(original) |
La vi en un paso cebra toreando con el bolso a un autobús |
Llevaba medias negras, bufanda a cuadros, minifalda azul |
Me dijo tienes fuego, tranqui que me lo monto de legal |
Salí ayer del talego, que guay si me invitaras a cenar |
Me echó un cable la lluvia, yo andaba con paraguas y ella no |
-«¿A donde vamos rubia?». |
-«A donde tú me lleves». |
-Contestó |
Así que fuimos hasta mi casa. |
-«Que es el polo» |
-Le advertí. |
-«Con un colchón nos basta, de estufa, corazón, te tengo a tí» |
Recalenté una sopa con vino tinto, pan y salchichón |
A la segunda copa, -¿qué hacemos con la ropa?, -preguntó |
Y yo que nunca tuve más religión que un cuerpo de mujer |
Del cuello de una nube aquella noche me colgué |
Estaba sólo cuando al día siguiente el sol de desveló |
Me desperté abrazando la ausencia de su cuerpo en mi colchón |
Lo malo no es que huyera con mi cartera y con mi ordenador |
Peor es que se fuera robándome además el corazón |
De noche piel de hada, a plenas luz del día Cruella de Ville |
Maldita madrugada y yo que me creía Steve Mc Queen |
Si en algún paso cebra la encuentras, dile que le he escrito un blues; |
Llevaba medias negras, bufanda a cuadros, minifalda azul |
Me dijo tienes fuego, tranqui que me lo monto de legal |
Salí ayer del talego, que guay si me invitaras a cenar |
De noche piel de hada, a plenas luz del día cruel abdevil |
Maldita madrugada y yo que me creía Steeve Mc Queen |
Si en algún paso-cebra la encuentras, dile que le he escrito un blues |
Llevaba medias negras, bufanda a cuadros, minifalda azul |
(translation) |
I saw her at a zebra crossing fighting a bus with her bag |
She was wearing black stockings, checkered scarf, blue miniskirt |
He told me you have a fire, don't worry, I'll make it legal |
I got out of the bag yesterday, how cool if you invited me to dinner |
She gave me a cable the rain, I walked with an umbrella and she didn't |
- «Where are we going blonde?». |
- «Where you take me». |
She answered |
So we went to my house. |
-«What is polo» |
-I warned you. |
-«A mattress is enough for us, stove, sweetheart, I have you» |
I reheated a soup with red wine, bread and sausage |
After the second drink, -what do we do with the clothes?, -he asked |
And I who never had more religion than a woman's body |
From the neck of a cloud that night I hung |
I was alone when the next day the sun woke up |
I woke up embracing the absence of her body on my mattress |
The bad thing is not that I ran away with my wallet and my computer |
Worse is that he went away stealing my heart |
At night, fairy skin, in broad daylight Cruella de Ville |
Damn early morning and I thought I was Steve McQueen |
If you find her at a zebra crossing, tell her I wrote her a blues; |
She was wearing black stockings, checkered scarf, blue miniskirt |
He told me you have a fire, don't worry, I'll make it legal |
I got out of the bag yesterday, how cool if you invited me to dinner |
At night, fairy skin, at broad daylight cruel abdevil |
Damn early morning and I thought I was Steeve McQueen |
If you find her at any zebra crossing, tell her I wrote her a blues |
She was wearing black stockings, checkered scarf, blue miniskirt |