Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frijoles, artist - Los Caligaris. Date of issue: 17.08.2017
Song language: Spanish
Frijoles(original) |
| ¿Por qué me traicionaste? |
| Causando este dolor |
| ¿Cómo te convertiste |
| Un alma sin amor? |
| Si yo te di la mejor parte de mi vida |
| Juntos sembramos el jardín de la alegría |
| Pero trajiste semillas de hipocresía |
| Y todo se marchitó |
| (Todo se marchitó) |
| Yo fui el picante para tus frijoles |
| Yo fui el nueve que te hizo los goles |
| Yo fui el que trajo las más ricas flores |
| Y con un gran beso te hacía delirar |
| Todos los días de cada mañana |
| Yo te llevé el desayuno a la cama |
| Con el cuchillo más cruel que tenías |
| Me hiciste esta herida que no va a cerrar |
| Si nos juramos que era por toda la vida |
| El paraíso del amor y la poesía |
| Hoy despertamos todo es una pesadilla |
| El sueño se terminó |
| (El sueño se terminó) |
| Yo fui el picante para tus frijoles |
| Yo fui el nueve que te hizo los goles |
| Yo fui el que trajo las más ricas flores |
| Y con un gran beso te hacía delirar |
| Todos los días de cada mañana |
| Yo te llevé el desayuno a la cama |
| Con el cuchillo más cruel que tenías |
| Me hiciste esta herida que no va a cerrar |
| Mascalzone, vafangulo |
| Para que cante le mie canzoni |
| Si yo calculo y calculo |
| Y me sale todo tan mal |
| La Madonna, la Calcuta |
| ¿Maradona o Batistuta? |
| Para que baje le due canzoni |
| E que allora o papillone |
| Yo fui el picante para tus frijoles |
| Yo fui el nueve que te hizo los goles |
| Soy el que trajo las más ricas flores |
| Y con un gran beso te hacía delirar |
| Todos los días de cada mañana |
| Yo te llevé el desayuno a la cama |
| Con el cuchillo más cruel que tenías |
| Me hiciste esta herida que no va a cerrar |
| (translation) |
| Why did you betray me? |
| Causing this pain |
| how did you become |
| A soul without love? |
| If I gave you the best part of my life |
| Together we sow the garden of joy |
| But you brought seeds of hypocrisy |
| and everything withered |
| (everything withered) |
| I was the spice for your beans |
| I was the nine who scored the goals for you |
| I was the one who brought the richest flowers |
| And with a big kiss it made you delirious |
| Every day of every morning |
| I brought you breakfast in bed |
| With the cruelest knife you had |
| You made me this wound that won't close |
| If we swore to each other that it was for life |
| The paradise of love and poetry |
| Today we woke up everything is a nightmare |
| the dream is over |
| (The dream is over) |
| I was the spice for your beans |
| I was the nine who scored the goals for you |
| I was the one who brought the richest flowers |
| And with a big kiss it made you delirious |
| Every day of every morning |
| I brought you breakfast in bed |
| With the cruelest knife you had |
| You made me this wound that won't close |
| Mascalzone, lazy |
| For him to sing the mie canzoni |
| If I calculate and calculate |
| And everything goes so wrong |
| The Madonna, Calcutta |
| Maradona or Batistuta? |
| For him to lower due canzoni |
| E que allora o papillone |
| I was the spice for your beans |
| I was the nine who scored the goals for you |
| I am the one who brought the richest flowers |
| And with a big kiss it made you delirious |
| Every day of every morning |
| I brought you breakfast in bed |
| With the cruelest knife you had |
| You made me this wound that won't close |