Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Y mi banda toca el rock, artist - Laura Pausini.
Date of issue: 09.11.2006
Song language: Spanish
Y mi banda toca el rock(original) |
Y mi banda toca el rock |
y lo demas cuando lo piden |
sabemos bien que aqui |
hacer de todo lo exigen |
y es un rock bambino |
un sabor mas bien latino |
esta musica es esperanza |
esta musica es pasion |
si es como un tren que ha pasado |
con un cargo de emociones |
nos paso en la estacion |
pero dormiamos sentados |
y mi banda toca el rock |
por que nos ve y porque no puede |
y porque falta reir |
por correr tras su quimera |
y no despierten no, no, no, todavia no |
y no nos paren no, no, no, todavia no |
y mi banda toca el rock |
y cambia cada cuando lo piden |
desde que entras el mismo |
casi siempre lo exigen |
lo esperan en la colina |
con la musica latina |
nos veran tambien bailando |
y mil vueltas van buscando |
nos espera en la frontera |
con el auto bloqueado |
mas el rock habra pasado |
la musica ha llegado |
es un rock, bambino |
un sabor mas bien latino |
y asi su pasaporte |
lo seguimos corriendo fuerte |
que penetra en los muros |
hace brecha en la puerta |
hasta el fondo el te dice |
que tu alma no esta muerta |
y no despierten no, no, no, todavia no |
y no nos paren no, no, no, todavia no |
y mi banda toca el rock |
es una eterna salida |
llega bien en ondas medias |
y en frecuencia modulada |
es un rock bambino |
un sabor mas bien latino |
esta musica es esperanza |
esta musica es pasion |
si es como un tren que ha pasado |
con un cargo de emociones |
nos paso en la estacion |
pero dorm�amos sentados |
y mi banda toca el rock |
por que nos ve y porque no puede |
y porque falta reir |
por correr tras su quimera |
y no despierten no, no, no, todavia no |
y no nos paren no, no, no, todavia no |
(translation) |
And my band plays rock |
and the rest when they ask for it |
we know well that here |
do everything they demand |
and it's a rock bambino |
a rather Latin flavor |
this music is hope |
this music is passion |
if it is like a train that has passed |
with a charge of emotions |
it happened to us at the station |
but we slept sitting up |
and my band plays rock |
why does he see us and why can't he |
and why do you need to laugh |
for running after his chimera |
and don't wake up no, no, no, not yet |
and don't stop us no, no, no, not yet |
and my band plays rock |
and it changes every when they ask for it |
since you enter the same |
they almost always demand it |
they wait for him on the hill |
with latin music |
you will also see us dancing |
and a thousand turns are looking |
awaits us at the border |
with the car locked |
but the rock will have passed |
the music has arrived |
it's a rock, baby |
a rather Latin flavor |
and so his passport |
we keep it running strong |
that penetrates the walls |
makes a hole in the door |
to the bottom he tells you |
that your soul is not dead |
and don't wake up no, no, no, not yet |
and don't stop us no, no, no, not yet |
and my band plays rock |
it is an eternal exit |
arrives well in medium waves |
and in modulated frequency |
it's a rock baby |
a rather Latin flavor |
this music is hope |
this music is passion |
if it is like a train that has passed |
with a charge of emotions |
it happened to us at the station |
but we slept sitting up |
and my band plays rock |
why does he see us and why can't he |
and why do you need to laugh |
for running after his chimera |
and don't wake up no, no, no, not yet |
and don't stop us no, no, no, not yet |