Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Desapariciones, artist - Maná. Album song The Studio Albums 1990-2011, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 17.12.2012
Record label: Warner Music Mexico
Song language: Spanish
Desapariciones(original) |
Que alguien me diga si han visto a mi esposo |
Preguntaba la Doa |
Se llama Ernesto X, tiene cuarenta aos |
Trabaja de celador, en un negocio de carros |
Llevaba camisa oscura y pantaln claro |
Sali anoche y no ha regresado |
Y no s ya qu pensar |
Pues esto, antes no me haba pasado, ooo |
Llevo tres das buscando a mi hermana |
Se llama Altagracia igual que la abuela |
Sali del trabajo pa' la escuela |
Llevaba unos jeans y una camisa clara |
No ha sido el novio, el tipo est en su casa |
No saben de ella en la PSN ni en el hospital, ooo |
Que alguien me diga si han visto a mi hijo |
Es estudiante de pre-medicina |
Se llama Agustn y es un buen muchacho |
A veces es terco cuando opina |
Lo han detenido, no s que fuerza |
Pantaln claro, camisa a rayas pas anteayer |
A dnde van los desaparecidos |
Busca en el agua y en los matorrales |
Y por qu es que se desaparecen |
Por qu no todos somos iguales |
Y cundo vuelve el desaparecido |
Cada vez que lo trae el pensamiento |
Cmo se le habla al desaparecido |
Con la emocin apretando por dentro, oh |
Clara, clara, clara quiones se llama mi madre |
Ella es, ella es un alma de Dios, no se mete con nadie |
Y se la han llevado de testigo |
Por un asunto que es nada ms conmigo |
Y fui a entregarme hot por la tarde |
Y ahora dicen que no saben quin se la llev del cuartel |
Anoche escuche varias explociones |
Patn pata patn pete |
Tiro de escopeta y de revolver |
Carros acelerados freno gritos |
Eco de botas en la calle |
Toque de puertas por dioses platos rotos |
Estaban dando la telenovela |
Por eso nadie mir pa' fuera |
A dnde van los desaparecidos |
Busca en el agua y en los matorrales |
Y por qu es que se desaparecen |
Por qu no todos somos iguales |
Y cundo vuelve el desaparecido |
Cada vez que lo trae el pensamiento |
Cmo se le habla al desaparecido |
Con la emocin apretando por dentro |
(translation) |
Someone tell me if they have seen my husband |
Doa asked |
His name is Ernesto X, he is forty years old |
He works as a caretaker, in a car business |
He was wearing a dark shirt and light pants. |
I went out last night and hasn't come back |
And I don't know what to think |
Well, this had never happened to me before, ooo |
I've been looking for my sister for three days |
She is called Altagracia just like her grandmother |
I left work for school |
She was wearing jeans and a light shirt |
He has not been the boyfriend, the guy is at home |
They don't know about her on PSN or in the hospital, ooo |
Someone tell me if they have seen my son |
He is a pre-med student |
His name is Agustin and he is a good boy |
He sometimes he is stubborn when he thinks |
They have arrested him, he does not know what force |
Light pants, striped shirt passed the day before yesterday |
where do the disappeared go |
Search the water and bushes |
And why is it that they disappear |
Why are we not all the same |
And when does the disappeared return |
Every time he brings up the thought |
How do you speak to the disappeared |
With the emotion tightening inside, oh |
Clara, Clara, Clara, who is my mother's name? |
She is, she is a soul of God, she does not mess with anyone |
And they have taken her as a witness |
For a matter that is nothing more with me |
And I went to give myself hot in the afternoon |
And now they say they don't know who took her from the barracks |
Last night I heard several explosions |
Patn paw patn pete |
Shotgun and revolver shot |
accelerated cars brake screams |
Echo of boots in the street |
Knock on doors for broken dishes gods |
They were giving the soap opera |
That's why nobody looked out |
where do the disappeared go |
Search the water and bushes |
And why is it that they disappear |
Why are we not all the same |
And when does the disappeared return |
Every time he brings up the thought |
How do you speak to the disappeared |
With the emotion squeezing inside |