Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Mambo De La Botella, artist - La Renga. Album song Insoportablemente Vivo, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 12.09.2001
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: Spanish
El Mambo De La Botella(original) |
Ei ojo parpadea en la pantalla del video |
Hay tanta gente aca que no se puede ni hablar |
El ruido va infestando las neuronas y en el vaso |
Se moja mi nariz con espuma de cerveza. |
Hay tanta cara extraa sera que veo doble |
No tengo intenciones de ponerme a descifrar |
Cuando siento que alguien me toca la espalda |
Y al darme vuelta veo tu vieja figura de mi album. |
Y me pregunto, y me pregunto |
Adnde me lleva la vida? |
Carcelera del destino y la sorpresa |
Como me trajo tu cuerpo pudo traerme la muerte |
Y entonces: ya no habria mas que preguntar. |
Salgo a la calle, a la noche, a la platea |
Vos te pegas a mi hoy soy tu salvacin |
Giro como un trompo sobre la barranca |
Y me voy bailando el mambo de la botella |
De piel vidriosa diosa tan bella |
Que en su interior guarda la locura de un exceso. |
El viento es la musica que me mueve |
Pero el trompo se detiene en una alcantarilla. |
Y me pregunto, y me pregunto |
Adnde me lleva la vida? |
(translation) |
The eye blinks on the video screen |
There are so many people here that you can't even talk |
The noise is infesting the neurons and in the glass |
My nose gets wet with beer foam. |
There are so many strange faces, it would be that I see double |
I have no intention of deciphering |
When I feel someone touch my back |
And when I turn around I see your old figure from my album. |
And I wonder, and I wonder |
Where is life taking me? |
Jailer of fate and surprise |
As your body brought me, it could bring me death |
And then: there would be no more to ask. |
I go out to the street, at night, to the stalls |
You stick to me today I am your salvation |
Spin like a top over the ravine |
And I go dancing the mambo of the bottle |
Glassy-skinned goddess so beautiful |
That inside of her she keeps the madness of an excess. |
The wind is the music that moves me |
But the top stops at a sewer. |
And I wonder, and I wonder |
Where is life taking me? |