Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sin equipaje , by - M-CLAN. Song from the album Sin Enchufe, in the genre ПопRelease date: 14.03.1996
Record label: Dro East West
Song language: Spanish
Sin equipaje(original) |
| Sopla el viento de aquellos años |
| Que nos han dado tanto |
| Suena el eco de una canción |
| Que he dejado por cada rincón |
| He probado ya |
| Tragos dulces y amargos |
| Se harán largos nuestros pasos |
| Si buscamos un sitio mejor |
| Con lo que queda |
| Sé muy bien, valdrá la pena |
| Fuego en las venas |
| Y alas en el corazón |
| Noches tatuadas |
| Más de mil batallas ya |
| Nos quedan mañanas para ganar |
| Luz de madrugada |
| Me he dejado tanto atrás |
| Aún tengo balas para gastar |
| Con mis botas de todas partes |
| He bajado a buscarte |
| En este tren a ningún lugar |
| Aún nos quedan sitios por llegar |
| La lluvia cae bien |
| Y se está haciendo ya tarde |
| Dos salvajes sin equipaje |
| Dicen los grillos de tu portal |
| Hay una vida y unos sueños |
| Que aún respiran |
| Y un par de heridas |
| Que más bien pronto cerrarán |
| Noches tatuadas |
| Más de mil batallas ya |
| Nos quedan mañanas para ganar |
| Guardo esa locura |
| Que no tiene cura ya |
| Quememos las dudas en tu desván |
| Nos quedan mañanas para ganar |
| Quememos las dudas en tu desván |
| Sin equipaje |
| (translation) |
| The wind of those years blows |
| who have given us so much |
| The echo of a song sounds |
| That I have left in every corner |
| I have already tried |
| sweet and sour drinks |
| our steps will be long |
| If we look for a better place |
| with what's left |
| I know very well, it will be worth it |
| fire in the veins |
| And wings in the heart |
| tattooed nights |
| More than a thousand battles already |
| We have tomorrows to win |
| early morning light |
| I've left so much behind |
| I still have bullets to spend |
| With my boots from everywhere |
| I have come down to look for you |
| On this train to nowhere |
| We still have places to go |
| the rain falls well |
| And it's getting late |
| Two savages with no baggage |
| Say the crickets of your portal |
| There is a life and dreams |
| that still breathe |
| And a couple of wounds |
| That rather soon they will close |
| tattooed nights |
| More than a thousand battles already |
| We have tomorrows to win |
| I keep that madness |
| That there is no cure anymore |
| Let's burn the doubts in your attic |
| We have tomorrows to win |
| Let's burn the doubts in your attic |
| no baggage |