Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Níagara en Bicicleta, artist - Juan Luis Guerra. Album song Archivo Digital 4.4, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 05.11.2007
Record label: Karen
Song language: Spanish
El Níagara en Bicicleta(original) |
Me dio una sirimba un domingo en la mañana |
Cuando menos lo pensaba |
Caí redondo, como una guan’bana, sobre la alcantarilla |
Será la presión o me ha subido la bilirrubina |
Y me entro la calentura |
Y me fui poniendo blanco como bola (d)e naftalina |
Me llevaron a un hospital de gente (supuestamente) |
En la Emergencia, el recepcionista escuchaba la lotería |
(¡treinta mil pesos!) |
¡Alguien se apiade de mí! |
Grité perdiendo el sentido |
Y una enfermera se acercó a mi oreja y me dijo: |
«Tranquilo, Bobby, tranquilo» |
Me acarició con sus manos de Ben Gay y me dijo: |
«¿Qué le pasa, atleta?» |
Y le conté con lujo de detalles lo que me había sucedido |
Hay que chequearte la presión |
Pero la sala está ocupada y, mi querido |
En este hospital no hay luz para un electrocardiograma |
Abrí los ojos como luna llena y me agarré la cabeza |
Porque es muy duro |
Pasar el Niágara en bicicleta |
No me digan que los médicos se fueron |
No me digan que no tienen anestesia |
No me digan que el alcohol se lo bebieron |
Y que el hilo de coser |
Fue bordado en un mantel |
No me digan que las pinzas se perdieron |
Que el estetoscopio esta de fiesta |
Que los rayos X se fundieron |
Y que el suero ya se uso |
Para endulzar el café |
Me apoye de sus hombros como un cojo a su muleta |
Y le dije: «¿Qué hago, princesa?» |
Y en un papel de receta me escribió muy dulcemente: |
(mi princesa, ¿qué va a ser de mí?, uh…) |
«Lo siento, atleta» |
Me acarició con sus manos de Ben Gay y siguió su destino |
Y o' claramente cuando dijo a otro paciente: |
«Tranquilo, Bobby, tranquilo» |
Bajé los ojos a media asta y me agarró la cabeza |
Porque es muy duro |
Pasar el Niágara en bicicleta |
No me digan que los médicos se fueron |
No me digan que no tienen anestesia |
No me digan que el alcohol se lo bebieron |
Y que el hilo de coser |
Fue bordado en un mantel |
No me digan que las pinzas se perdieron |
Que el estetoscopio está de fiesta |
Que los rayos X se fundieron |
Y que el suero ya se uso |
Para endulzar el café |
No me digan que me va cayendo |
De tanto dolor |
No me digan que las aspirinas |
Cambian de color |
No me digan que me van pariendo |
Que le falta amor |
No me digan que le esta latiendo, oh no… |
(translation) |
He gave me a sirimba one Sunday morning |
When I least expected it |
I fell round, like a soursop, on the sewer |
Could it be the pressure or has my bilirubin gone up |
And I got the fever |
And I was turning white as a naphthalene ball |
They took me to a people's hospital (supposedly) |
In the Emergency, the receptionist listened to the lottery |
(thirty thousand pesos!) |
Somebody have mercy on me! |
I screamed losing consciousness |
And a nurse came up to my ear and said: |
"Easy Bobby, Easy" |
She caressed me with her Ben Gay hands and said: |
"What's wrong, athlete?" |
And I told him in great detail what had happened to me |
You have to check your pressure |
But the room is occupied and, my dear |
In this hospital there is no light for an EKG |
I opened my eyes like a full moon and I clutched my head |
because it is very hard |
Pass Niagara by bicycle |
Don't tell me the doctors left |
Don't tell me they don't have anesthesia |
Don't tell me that the alcohol was drunk |
And that the sewing thread |
It was embroidered on a tablecloth |
Don't tell me the tweezers got lost |
That the stethoscope is partying |
That the X-rays melted |
And that the serum has already been used |
To sweeten the coffee |
I leaned on his shoulders like a lame man on his crutch |
And I said, "What do I do, princess?" |
And on a prescription paper she wrote me very sweetly: |
(my princess, what will become of me?, uh…) |
"Sorry, athlete" |
She caressed me with her Ben Gay hands and followed her fate |
And o 'clearly when he said to another patient: |
"Easy Bobby, Easy" |
I lowered my eyes to half-staff and he grabbed my head |
because it is very hard |
Pass Niagara by bicycle |
Don't tell me the doctors left |
Don't tell me they don't have anesthesia |
Don't tell me that the alcohol was drunk |
And that the sewing thread |
It was embroidered on a tablecloth |
Don't tell me the tweezers got lost |
That the stethoscope is partying |
That the X-rays melted |
And that the serum has already been used |
To sweeten the coffee |
Don't tell me that I'm falling |
of so much pain |
Don't tell me that aspirin |
They change color |
Do not tell me that they are giving birth to me |
that love is missing |
Don't tell me what's beating you, oh no... |