Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Escobas, artist - La Vela Puerca. Album song A Contraluz, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 17.12.2017
Record label: Universal Music Latino;
Song language: Spanish
Escobas(original) |
¿De quién será la escoba que me lleve a ese lugar normal que ya no puedo estar? |
La última vez volé tanto que pronto me pasé y no sé, volví al mismo panal |
Me desperté sudado y decidí pasar a visitar a mi colega Juan |
Cuando llegué, me dijo: «Ay, que linda que estas hoy, mujer; |
decime, |
¿a donde vas?» |
Le respondí que ahora mi escoba no quiere volar |
Y que toda esa gente mala no me quiere oír |
Le pregunté si me prestaban la de este lugar |
Me contesto: «Sinceramente, no quiero morir» |
¿Qué siglo es hoy? |
Pregunté por costumbre |
¿Y para qué reloj si siempre son las diez? |
Total yo sé que de hoy noche es la fiesta |
¿Y para qué saber dónde dejé los pies? |
Me dicen todos que nunca podré salir de aqui |
Pero no saben que en secreto vuelvo a estar en paz |
Y arranca sola mi cabeza y todo es para mí |
Y ese momento iluminado dice donde estas |
Es algo normalmente anormal |
Y eso aqui nadie lo quiere entender |
Yo solo pido ya no llorar más |
Y eso ni yo lo quiero saber |
No sé porque siempre se pone oscuro y escucho esa voz que siempre me habla bien |
Pa' mi que es esa bola brillante que una vez al mes visita mi kermese |
¿De quién será la escoba que me lleve a ese lugar normal que ya no puedo estar? |
La última vez volé tanto que pronto me pasé y no sé, volví al mismo panal |
Me dicen todos que nunca podré salir de aqui |
Pero no saben que en secreto vuelvo a estar en paz |
Y arranca sola mi cabeza y todo es para mí |
Y ese momento iluminado dice donde estas |
Es algo normalmente anormal |
Y eso aqui nadie lo quiere entender |
Yo solo pido ya no llorar más |
Y eso ni yo lo quiero entender |
(translation) |
Whose broom will take me to that normal place that I can no longer be? |
The last time I flew so much that I soon overdid it and I don't know, I went back to the same hive |
I woke up sweaty and decided to go visit my colleague Juan |
When I arrived, he told me: «Oh, how beautiful you are today, woman; |
tell me, |
where are you going?" |
I replied that now my broom doesn't want to fly |
And that all those bad people don't want to hear me |
I asked if they would lend me the one from this place |
He replied: "Honestly, I don't want to die" |
What century is it today? |
I asked out of habit |
And why watch if it's always ten o'clock? |
Total I know that tonight is the party |
And why know where I left my feet? |
They all tell me that I can never get out of here |
But they don't know that I'm secretly at peace again |
And my head starts alone and everything is for me |
And that illuminated moment says where you are |
It is something normally abnormal |
And nobody here wants to understand that |
I only ask not to cry anymore |
And I don't even want to know that |
I don't know why it always gets dark and I hear that voice that always speaks well to me |
Pa' mi what is that shiny ball that once a month visits my kermese |
Whose broom will take me to that normal place that I can no longer be? |
The last time I flew so much that I soon overdid it and I don't know, I went back to the same hive |
They all tell me that I can never get out of here |
But they don't know that I'm secretly at peace again |
And my head starts alone and everything is for me |
And that illuminated moment says where you are |
It is something normally abnormal |
And nobody here wants to understand that |
I only ask not to cry anymore |
And I don't even want to understand that |