Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Minotauro, artist - Kinky. Album song Atlas, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 17.11.2003
Record label: Promotodo México
Song language: Spanish
Minotauro(original) |
Auu, aaa |
Auu, aaa |
Auu, aaa |
Asi que te repito que tu madre |
Se fue con tu padre |
Un toro grande con un par de cuernos |
Y pezuñas galopantes |
Un toro grande se fue con tu madre |
Se fueron a esconder aquel establo |
Hicieron de las suyas un momento |
Y te concibieron luego |
Y tu te llamas minotauro |
Y mereces el encierro |
Tu casa es este laberinto largo |
Del que no hay ningun regreso |
Las paredes son largas y de piedra |
No intentes escapar por algun lado |
Tu cabeza es de toro no pretendas |
Pensar que tu eres humano |
Auu, aaa |
Auu, aaa |
Auu, aaa |
Asi que te repito que tu madre |
Se fue con tu padre |
Un hombre empleado |
Con un par de adeudos |
Y otras mas cuentas restantes |
Un hombre empleado |
Se fue con tu madre |
Rentaron un hotel de esos de paso |
Hicieron de las suyas un momento |
Y te concibieron luego |
Y tu te llamas ciudadano |
Y mereces el encierro |
Tu casa es este cubiculo blanco |
Del que no hay ningun acenso |
Las paredes son chicas de madera |
El computador es tu laberinto |
Tu molde ya esta hecho |
No pretendas pensar que eres minotauro |
(translation) |
ooo oooh |
ooo oooh |
ooo oooh |
So I repeat that your mother |
She left with your father |
A large bull with a pair of horns |
And galloping hooves |
A big bull went with your mother |
They went to hide that stable |
They did theirs for a moment |
And they conceived you later |
And your name is minotaur |
And you deserve lockdown |
Your house is this long labyrinth |
From which there is no return |
The walls are long and made of stone |
Don't try to escape somewhere |
Your head is that of a bull, don't pretend |
think that you are human |
ooo oooh |
ooo oooh |
ooo oooh |
So I repeat that your mother |
He left with your father |
an employed man |
With a couple of debts |
And other more remaining accounts |
an employed man |
He left with your mother |
They rented one of those hotels on the way |
They did theirs for a moment |
And they conceived you later |
And you call yourself a citizen |
And you deserve lockdown |
Your house is this white cubicle |
Of which there is no ascent |
The walls are wooden girls |
The computer is your labyrinth |
Your mold is already done |
Don't pretend to think you're a minotaur |