Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Atala, artist - La Vela Puerca. Album song Destilar, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыкаDate of issue: 17.05.2018
Record label: Popartdiscos Internacional
Song language: Spanish
Atala(original) |
| Llego diciendo que la vida se hace corta |
| Que solo un día puede hacer lo que yo en mil |
| Y me encantó con su postura pretenciosa |
| Decidí que así es como debo vivir |
| Y fui tomandome los días con mesura |
| Poquito a poco destilándome hasta aqui |
| Imaginándome que todo tiene cura |
| Y también quizás mañana no existir |
| Vivimos de morir Atala, no la sueltes |
| No la dejes ir ahora toca seguir |
| Mañana no es razón para cada minuto que disfrutes hoy |
| Que nadie sabe este guión |
| Con su mochila de momentos en la espalda |
| Con su bordón de mil caminos por medir |
| Se fue tranquilo a pulir otra esperanza |
| Un iluso preocupado por sufrir |
| Y fui tomandome los días con ternura |
| Poquito a poco desahogándome hasta aquí |
| Imaginándome la vida sin premura |
| Y también quizás mañana no existir |
| Vivimos de morir Atala, no la sueltes |
| No la dejes ir ahora toca seguir |
| Mañana no es razón para cada minuto que disfrutes hoy |
| Que nadie sabe este guión |
| Vivimos de morir Atala, no la sueltes |
| No la dejes ir ahora toca seguir |
| Mañana no es razón para cada minuto que disfrutes hoy |
| Que nadie sabe este guión |
| (translation) |
| I arrive saying that life is short |
| That only one day can do what I do in a thousand |
| And he charmed me with his pretentious posture |
| I decided that this is how I should live |
| And I was taking the days in moderation |
| Little by little distilling me until here |
| Imagining that everything has a cure |
| And also maybe tomorrow will not exist |
| We live to die Atala, don't let go |
| Don't let her go, now it's time to continue |
| Tomorrow is no reason for every minute you enjoy today |
| Nobody knows this script |
| With his backpack of moments on his back |
| With its staff of a thousand paths to measure |
| He went quietly to polish another hope |
| A fool worried about suffering |
| And I was taking the days with tenderness |
| Little by little letting off steam up to here |
| Imagining life without haste |
| And also maybe tomorrow will not exist |
| We live to die Atala, don't let go |
| Don't let her go, now it's time to continue |
| Tomorrow is no reason for every minute you enjoy today |
| Nobody knows this script |
| We live to die Atala, don't let go |
| Don't let her go, now it's time to continue |
| Tomorrow is no reason for every minute you enjoy today |
| Nobody knows this script |