Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boulevard , by - Los Pericos. Song from the album Yerba Buena, in the genre ПопRelease date: 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 |