Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vengo, artist - La Fuga. Album song Asuntos pendientes, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 05.05.2008
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Vengo(original) |
| Iba para estudiante, no para artista |
| Vengo de familia rota, de infancia partida |
| En los billares aprendí más que en la escuela |
| Frases vacías y huecas de aquella maestra |
| Vengo de una ciudad pequeña y honesta |
| Donde el frío es arte y sus calles abiertas |
| En ellas crecí, en ellas me pierdo |
| Cuando vuelvo de viaje y me encuentro sediento |
| Los recuerdos pesan, son cemento en mi maleta |
| Vengo a escupirte mis canciones |
| Vengo a dormir frente a tu puerta |
| Vengo a pedirte un trago y algo de paciencia |
| Vengo a decirte que no duermo |
| Porque me ahogo en mi tristeza |
| Debería sonreir pero me cuesta |
| Soy ciudadano del mundo, aborrezco la guerra |
| Nunca entendí los visados ni sus fronteras |
| Para soñar no hace falta plata ni monedas |
| Hoy cantaremos aquí, mañana donde sea |
| Nos veremos donde halla una botella |
| Un escenario, una risa, una luna llena |
| Una cama de hotel, un puñado de estrellas |
| Allí donde nunca las lágrimas valgan la pena |
| Los recuerdos pesan, son cemento en mi maleta |
| Vengo a escupirte mis canciones |
| Vengo a dormir frente a tu puerta |
| Vengo a pedirte un trago y algo de paciencia |
| Vengo a decirte que no duermo |
| Porque me ahogo en mi tristeza |
| Debería sonreir pero me cuesta |
| (translation) |
| I was going for a student, not for an artist |
| I come from a broken family, from a broken childhood |
| In billiards I learned more than in school |
| Empty and hollow phrases of that teacher |
| I come from a small honest town |
| Where the cold is art and its open streets |
| I grew up in them, I lose myself in them |
| When I come back from a trip and I find myself thirsty |
| Memories are heavy, they are cement in my suitcase |
| I come to spit you my songs |
| I come to sleep in front of your door |
| I come to ask you for a drink and some patience |
| I come to tell you that I do not sleep |
| Because I drown in my sadness |
| I should smile but it's hard for me |
| I am a citizen of the world, I hate war |
| I never understood visas or their borders |
| To dream you don't need money or coins |
| Today we will sing here, tomorrow wherever |
| We'll meet where there's a bottle |
| A stage, a laugh, a full moon |
| A hotel bed, a handful of stars |
| There where tears are never worth it |
| Memories are heavy, they are cement in my suitcase |
| I come to spit you my songs |
| I come to sleep in front of your door |
| I come to ask you for a drink and some patience |
| I come to tell you that I do not sleep |
| Because I drown in my sadness |
| I should smile but it's hard for me |