Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sheriff Culero , by - La Pulqueria. Song from the album Dulce De Leches, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 05.07.2010
Record label: Maldito
Song language: Spanish
Sheriff Culero(original) |
| La encontré por azar, donde no van los demás, era un pueblo de sheriff culero |
| Y me vino sin más, corazón, ¿por qué no amas si la sangre no vale para más que |
| el dinero? |
| Y robé por las cantinas que mañana será ayer, cada vez que tomo vino sé que |
| vuelve a aparecer |
| De verdad, chavita mía, de verdad puedo decir que si no es por tus atajos aquí |
| nos daban las mil |
| Historias de amor y arrabal |
| Memorias que terminan mal |
| Y allá mira la ingrata con carita de gata y el corazón de perro |
| Mejor plantado que sin ti, o el recuerdo me mata ya no sufro cuando quiero. |
| ¿que es lo que llevo en el pecho? |
| No lo siento palpitar, ¡ay, hermano, lo que has hecho! |
| No es cobarde perdonar, con penas se llega al penal. |
| ¿que historias voy a poder |
| contar? |
| Historias de amor y arrabal. |
| ¿que historias voy a poder contar? |
| Memorias que terminan mal |
| Nada es porque si, y esta vez vendrás a mi hará recordar que solamente soy |
| nadie más |
| Historias de amor y arrabal |
| Memorias que terminan mal, tan mal |
| (translation) |
| I found it by chance, where the others don't go, it was a town of asshole sheriff |
| And it just came to me, sweetheart, why don't you love if blood is worth nothing more than |
| the money? |
| And I stole from the bars that tomorrow will be yesterday, every time I drink wine I know that |
| she reappears |
| Really, my girl, I can really say that if it's not for your shortcuts here |
| they gave us a thousand |
| Stories of love and suburbs |
| memories that end badly |
| And there looks the ingrate with the face of a cat and the heart of a dog |
| Better planted than without you, or the memory kills me I no longer suffer when I want to. |
| What is it that I carry in my chest? |
| I don't feel it throbbing, oh brother, what you've done! |
| It is not cowardly to forgive, with penalties you get to prison. |
| What stories am I going to be able to |
| tell? |
| Stories of love and suburbs. |
| What stories will I be able to tell? |
| memories that end badly |
| Nothing is because yes, and this time you will come to me It will remind me that I am only |
| nobody else |
| Stories of love and suburbs |
| Memories that end badly, so badly |