Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boulevard, artist - Los Pericos. Album song Yerba Buena, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: EMI Odeon SAIC
Song language: Spanish
Boulevard(original) |
Salgo por la noche a caminar |
Al boulevard, boulevard, boulevard |
Vuelta a la cultura estimulante |
Del boulevard, boulevard, boulevard |
Postales de Pompeya |
Figuras chinas y hasta un caf irlands |
Cancin de nochebuena de una morena |
Silbando en su vaivn |
Para mi que nadie te vuelve a mirar |
En el silencio de la oscuridad |
Para mi que nadie te vuelve a mirar |
Se esconden en las sombras por algo ilegal |
Para mi que nada pero nadie te vuelve a mirar |
Si escuchan la sirena que puede llegar |
Para mi que nada pero nadie te vuelve a mirar |
Si ven a la patrulla que vuelve a pasar |
Cada uno tiene su vision |
La ma la perd en un callejon |
Vuelta a la cultura estimulante |
Del boulevard, boulevard, boulevard |
Un loco en su historia |
Y dos amantes contra la pared |
Discuten sus memoria |
Y me preguntan algo que no se |
Paseando y mirando una bola de fuego |
Cada uno en la calle atiende su juego |
Miradas esquivas, miradas cercanas |
Violines sonando hasta la madrugada |
Rpida comida se cuece en la esquina |
Necesito dulces en esta salida |
Chicas morenas, chicas coloradas |
Junto a sus galanes esperando en la entrada |
Vuelta a la cultura estimulante |
Del boulevard, boulevard, boulevard |
Vuelta a la costumbre estimulante |
Del boulevard, boulevard, boulevard |
Paseando y mirando una bola de fuego |
Cada uno en la calle atiende su juego |
Miradas esquivas, miradas cercanas |
Violines sonando hasta la madrugada |
Rpida comida se cuece en la esquina |
Necesito dulces en esta salida |
Chicas morenas, chicas coloradas |
Junto a sus galanes esperando en la entrada |
Veo cruzando a la torre inglesa |
Junto a un pabellon de la Madre Teresa |
Donde quedara |
(translation) |
I go out at night for a walk |
To the boulevard, boulevard, boulevard |
Back to stimulating culture |
From the boulevard, boulevard, boulevard |
Postcards from Pompeii |
Chinese figures and even an Irish café |
Christmas Eve song of a brunette |
Whistling on his sway |
For me, nobody looks at you again |
In the silence of the dark |
For me, nobody looks at you again |
They hide in the shadows for something illegal |
For me, nothing but nobody looks at you again |
If they listen to the siren that can arrive |
For me, nothing but nobody looks at you again |
If they see the patrol that passes again |
Everyone has their vision |
I lost mine in an alley |
Back to stimulating culture |
From the boulevard, boulevard, boulevard |
A madman in his history |
And two lovers against the wall |
discuss their memory |
And they ask me something I don't know |
Walking and looking at a ball of fire |
Everyone on the street attends to their game |
Averted glances, close glances |
Violins playing until dawn |
Fast food is cooked in the corner |
I need candy on this outing |
Brown girls, red girls |
Along with her gallants waiting at the entrance |
Back to stimulating culture |
From the boulevard, boulevard, boulevard |
Back to stimulating habit |
From the boulevard, boulevard, boulevard |
Walking and looking at a ball of fire |
Everyone on the street attends to their game |
Averted glances, close glances |
Violins playing until dawn |
Fast food is cooked in the corner |
I need candy on this outing |
Brown girls, red girls |
Along with her gallants waiting at the entrance |
I see crossing the English tower |
Next to a pavilion of Mother Teresa |
where will it be |