Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cadillac solitario, artist - Loquillo Y Trogloditas. Date of issue: 30.11.1983
Song language: Spanish
Cadillac solitario(original) |
| Siempre quise ir a L. A |
| Dejar un día esta ciudad |
| Cruzar el mar en tu compañía |
| Pero ya hace tiempo que me has dejado |
| Y probablemente me habrás olvidado |
| No sé que aventuras correré sin ti |
| Y ahora estoy aquí sentado |
| En un viejo Cadillac de segunda mano |
| Junto al Mervellé, a mis pies mi ciudad |
| Y hace un momento que me ha dejado |
| Aquí en la ladera del Tibidabo |
| La última rubia que vino a probar |
| El asiento de atrás |
| Quizás el «martini» me ha hecho recordar |
| Nena, ¨por qué no volviste a llamar? |
| Creí que podía olvidarte sin más |
| Y aún a ratos, ya ves |
| Y al irse la rubia me he sentido extraño |
| Me he quedado solo, fumando un cigarro |
| Quizás he pensado, nostalgia de ti |
| Y desde esta curva donde estoy parado |
| Me he sorprendido mirando a tu barrio |
| Y me han atrapado luces de ciudad |
| El amanecer me sorprenderá |
| Dormido, borracho en el Cadillac |
| Junto a las palmeras luce solitario |
| Y dice la gente que ahora eres formal |
| Y yo aquí borracho en el Cadillac |
| Bajo las palmeras luce solitario |
| Y no estás tú, nena |
| (translation) |
| I always wanted to go to L.A. |
| leave this city one day |
| Cross the sea in your company |
| But it's been a while since you left me |
| And you've probably forgotten me |
| I don't know what adventures I'll run without you |
| And now I'm sitting here |
| In an old second-hand Cadillac |
| Next to the Mervellé, at my feet my city |
| And a moment ago he left me |
| Here on the slopes of Tibidabo |
| The last blonde who came to try |
| the back seat |
| Perhaps the "martini" has made me remember |
| Baby, why didn't you call back? |
| I thought I could just forget you |
| And even at times, you see |
| And when the blonde left I felt strange |
| I was left alone, smoking a cigarette |
| Perhaps I have thought, longing for you |
| And from this curve where I'm standing |
| I have surprised myself looking at your neighborhood |
| And I've been caught by city lights |
| The sunrise will surprise me |
| Asleep, drunk in the Cadillac |
| Next to the palm trees it looks lonely |
| And people say that now you are formal |
| And I'm here drunk in the Cadillac |
| Under the palm trees it looks lonely |
| And it's not you, baby |