Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Pase, artist - Los Tigres Del Norte. Album song El Tahur, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.1983
Record label: Los Tigres Del Norte
Song language: Spanish
El Pase(original) |
Son las seis, salgo del trabajo |
me dirijo a tomarme un cafe |
tomo un taxi colectivo |
y al pasar por un hotel le vi salir con el |
Apresuradamente me baje |
y al carro que se subia no la alcanze |
son las diez talvez esta ya en casa |
pero hoy no llegare |
Las calles estan muy tristez |
aun no lo puedo creer, pero la vi con el |
no me fije que carro era |
ni el numero de las placas las apunte |
y me quede |
parado en un poste fume |
un perro llego y me ladro |
llorando estire la mano |
y el perro me la lamio |
y me quede |
parado en el poste llore |
llore y fume y el pobre perro |
junto a mi se quedo |
son las ocho de la mañana |
al trabajo ya no llegue |
el trafico esta tupido |
todos corren sin sentido yo a donde ire |
Me dan ganas de perdonarla |
hacerme disimulado, hacerme wey |
son las doce del mediodia |
en la banqueta me sente |
ahi pense que no es posible |
con ella compartir mi cama, no regresare |
que se quede con el del carro en que se fue |
al cabo que ni las placas las apunte |
y camine |
del poste aquel me aleje |
el perro tambien me siguio |
jugueteando con mis manos el coraje me quito |
y regrese |
al mismo poste fume, fume y fume |
hasta que el perro |
voltio me vio y se fue |
voltio me vio y se fue |
(translation) |
It's six o'clock, I leave work |
I am going to have a coffee |
I take a collective taxi |
and when passing by a hotel I saw him go out with him |
I hurriedly got off |
and I did not reach the car that was getting on |
it's ten o'clock maybe he's already at home |
but today I will not arrive |
The streets are very sad |
I still can't believe it, but I saw her with him |
I didn't notice what car it was |
not even the number of the plates points them |
and I stayed |
standing on a pole smoke |
a dog came and barked at me |
crying stretch out your hand |
and the dog licked it |
and I stayed |
standing on the post I cried |
I cried and smoked and the poor dog |
next to me he stayed |
it's eight in the morning |
I don't come to work anymore |
the traffic is thick |
everyone runs senseless me where will I go |
It makes me want to forgive her |
make me sneaky, make me wey |
It is noon |
I sat on the bench |
there I thought it is not possible |
with her share my bed, I will not return |
that she stay with the car in which she left |
at the end not even the plates point them |
and walk |
from the post that I moved away |
the dog also followed me |
playing with my hands the courage I take away |
and come back |
to the same pole smoke, smoke and smoke |
until the dog |
voltio saw me and left |
voltio saw me and left |