Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pongamos que hablo de Martínez, artist - Jorge Drexler. Album song Salvavidas de hielo, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 21.09.2017
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Pongamos que hablo de Martínez(original) |
Fuimos cerrando, uno a uno cuatro bares |
Montevideo, ya hacía rato, amanecía |
Vos me augurabas oropeles y ultramares |
Y al regresar del baño, ¿quién no te creería? |
Desorientado y confundiendo vocaciones |
Yo estaba preso en mi alegría diletante |
Me fui a Madrid, con mi guitarra y mis canciones |
Haciendo caso a tu consejo delirante |
Y hoy que pasaron 22 diciembres ya |
De aquella noche loca que selló mi suerte |
Esta canción, más vale tarde que jamás |
La escribo para agradecerte |
Y aunque sé bien que con tu empaque de Alatriste |
Te da pudor la confesión de borrachera |
Creo que sabes que el regalo que me hiciste |
Me cambió la vida entera |
Te quiero mucho más de lo que te lo cuento |
Te veo mucho menos de lo que quisiera |
Y como yo, una jauría de sedientos |
Que fuiste recogiendo por la carretera |
Te debo la «Milonga del moro judío» |
Y otra turné por el Madrid de los excesos |
Donde aprendí a domar más de cien desvaríos |
Y a robar más de mil besos |
Tengo el detalle de camuflar tu apellido |
Y quien lo quiera adivinar, que lo adivine |
Para nombrar a quien estoy agradecido |
Pongamos que hablo de Martínez |
Y aunque sé bien que con tu empaque de Alatriste |
Te da pudor la confesión de borrachera |
Creo que sabes que el regalo que me hiciste |
Me cambió la vida entera |
Creo que sabes que el regalo que me hiciste |
Me cambió la vida entera |
(translation) |
We were closing, one by one four bars |
Montevideo, it had been a while, it was dawn |
You predicted tinsel and ultramarines for me |
And when you come back from the bathroom, who wouldn't believe you? |
Disoriented and confusing vocations |
I was imprisoned in my dilettante joy |
I went to Madrid, with my guitar and my songs |
Heeding your delusional advice |
And today that 22 Decembers have passed |
Of that crazy night that sealed my fate |
This song, better late than never |
I write it to thank you |
And although I know very well that with your Alatriste packaging |
The confession of drunkenness makes you shy |
I think you know that the gift you gave me |
It changed my whole life |
I love you much more than what I tell you |
I see you much less than I would like |
And like me, a pack of thirsty |
that you were picking up on the road |
I owe you the «Milonga of the Jewish Moor» |
And another tour through the Madrid of excesses |
Where I learned to tame more than a hundred ravings |
And to steal more than a thousand kisses |
I have the detail of camouflaging your last name |
And whoever wants to guess, let him guess |
To name who I'm thankful for |
Let's say I'm talking about Martínez |
And although I know very well that with your Alatriste packaging |
The confession of drunkenness makes you shy |
I think you know that the gift you gave me |
It changed my whole life |
I think you know that the gift you gave me |
It changed my whole life |