Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hoy, artist - La Fuga. Album song Asuntos pendientes, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 05.05.2008
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Hoy(original) |
Hoy, ha dicho la televisión |
Que el señor alcalde se ha ido de botellón |
Que el pan en África es gratis |
Que por la tarde va a llover |
Que el campo volverá a ser verde |
Otra vez… |
Hoy, ha dicho la televisión |
Que se ha acabado el paro |
Las mafias y la corrupción |
Que el sol ya no sigue enfermo |
Que algún día regresarás |
Que se avecina una guerra |
En mi sofá… |
Y en la calle lo de siempre |
Mucho ruido de coches, de gente |
Que se cruza indiferente |
Y en la casa todo es frío |
El invierno en pleno agosto |
Se vino y ahora vive conmigo |
Hoy, ha dicho la televisión |
Que el hombre va a vivir en Marte |
Que allí hay menos polución |
Que tu corazón esta cerrado por derribo |
Que sube el precio de la piel |
Que tu mirada no se deja ver |
Que será otro día de color marrón |
24 horas con total ausencia de emoción |
Un borrón para tu agenda |
Un zarpazo pa' mi corazón |
Un absurdo caminar |
De tu reloj… |
Y en la calle lo de siempre |
Mucho ruido de coches, de gente |
Que se cruza indiferente |
Y en la casa todo es frío |
El invierno en pleno agosto |
Se vino y ahora vive conmigo |
Y en la calle lo de siempre |
Mucho ruido de coches, de gente |
Que se cruza indiferente |
Y en la casa todo es frío |
El invierno en pleno agosto |
Se vino y ahora vive conmigo |
(translation) |
Today, the television has said |
That the mayor has gone to a bottle |
That bread in Africa is free |
That in the afternoon it will rain |
That the field will be green again |
Again… |
Today, the television has said |
That the strike is over |
Mafias and corruption |
That the sun is no longer sick |
that one day you will return |
that a war is coming |
On my sofa… |
And in the street the usual |
A lot of noise from cars, from people |
that crosses indifferent |
And in the house everything is cold |
Winter in the middle of August |
He came and now he lives with me |
Today, the television has said |
That man will live on Mars |
That there is less pollution there |
That your heart is closed by demolition |
That raises the price of skin |
That your look does not let itself be seen |
That will be another brown day |
24 hours with total absence of emotion |
A blur for your agenda |
A blow for my heart |
an absurd walk |
of your watch… |
And in the street the usual |
A lot of noise from cars, from people |
that crosses indifferent |
And in the house everything is cold |
Winter in the middle of August |
He came and now he lives with me |
And in the street the usual |
A lot of noise from cars, from people |
that crosses indifferent |
And in the house everything is cold |
Winter in the middle of August |
He came and now he lives with me |