Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Hijo del Blues, artist - Mägo De Oz. Album song Mägo De Oz, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Record label: Locomotive
Song language: Spanish
El Hijo del Blues(original) |
Desde el día en que nací tuve una cosa muy clara |
que tendría que pagar por ser una especie rar |
yo soy el hijo bastardo del Blues con una mujer |
que movía sus caderas hasta hacerte enloquecer. |
Mi viejo me enseno ha hacerte mover los pies |
y tocdar con sentimiento, rabia puse al nacer |
me maldicen los babosos por tocar mi guitarra |
y los modernos de turno se disfrazan con mi piel. |
He poseido a mucha gente, |
desde Chuck, Hendrix a Page |
y hasta para el mismo diablo en el infierno yo toque |
tengo un primo afeminado que reina en televisión |
es el encanto de las nenas, por nombre se puso «Pop». |
Mi viejo me enseno ha hacerte mover los pies |
y a tocar con sentimiento, rabia puse al nacer |
me maldicen los babosos por tocar mi guitarra |
nunca han podido hacerme callar, |
mi nombre es rock' n' roll. |
El día que tú naciste nacieron los coliflores |
por eso los albaniles llevan zapatillas blancas. |
(translation) |
From the day I was born I had one thing very clear |
that I would have to pay for being a rare species |
I am the bastard son of the Blues with a woman |
that she moved her hips until you go crazy. |
My old man taught me to make you move your feet |
and touch with feeling, rage I put at birth |
the slugs curse me for playing my guitar |
and the moderns on duty disguise themselves with my skin. |
I have possessed many people, |
from Chuck, Hendrix to Page |
and even for the devil himself in hell I played |
I have an effeminate cousin who reigns on television |
It is the charm of the girls, by name it was put «Pop». |
My old man taught me to make you move your feet |
and to play with feeling, rage I put at birth |
the slugs curse me for playing my guitar |
they have never been able to make me shut up, |
my name is rock'n'roll. |
The day you were born cauliflowers were born |
that's why masons wear white slippers. |