Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dos alpargatas , by - Marea. Song from the album 28.000 puñaladas, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 21.03.2004
Record label: Dro East West
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dos alpargatas , by - Marea. Song from the album 28.000 puñaladas, in the genre Иностранный рокDos alpargatas(original) |
| Son un barreño tus tristes ojos |
| Cuando no estamos cerca somos dos gorriones cojos |
| Dos alpargatas de piel de saco |
| Y un puerto cada cama donde no atraca ni un barco |
| Y una mijilla de sol a la terraza |
| Y al poco paladas de arena para el corazón |
| Que muera en tus brazos |
| Que dé taconazos con la luna llena |
| Y entre mis borrones he sido un borrico |
| Que quiso besar el aire y la acera y quedarse contigo |
| Y no puede ser |
| No vuelvo a nadar en los mares de trigo |
| Que se ensucia el pan de mirarme al ombligo |
| Llegan las dudas, echa el pestillo |
| Que saco un ramillete y después paso el cepillo |
| Con mi chaqueta de seis botones |
| Que no me la cambiaron ni hijoputas ni ladrones |
| Y de puntillas se irá la soledad |
| Después de cambiarme los pétalos del azahar |
| Por una chumbera que pincha los globos de mi primavera |
| Y entre mis borrones he sido un borrico |
| Que quiso besar el aire y la acera y quedarse contigo |
| Y no puede ser |
| No vuelvo a nadar en los mares de trigo |
| Que se ensucia el pan de mirarme al ombligo |
| Y en mis dinteles, el mal fario se va haciendo fuerte |
| Y rebuznando se me olvida que vine a verte |
| Que si en las baldas de tu armario no busco comida |
| Tal vez me acorrale la vida y me folle la suerte |
| Y entre mis borrones he sido un borrico |
| Que quiso besar el aire y la acera y quedarse contigo |
| Y no puede ser |
| No vuelvo a nadar en los mares de trigo |
| Que se ensucia el pan de mirarme al ombligo |
| (translation) |
| Your sad eyes are a basin |
| When we're not around we're two lame sparrows |
| Two sack leather espadrilles |
| And a port for each bed where not even a ship docks |
| And a little sun on the terrace |
| And soon shovelfuls of sand for the heart |
| that I die in your arms |
| That hits heels with the full moon |
| And among my blurs I have been a donkey |
| Who wanted to kiss the air and the sidewalk and stay with you |
| and it can't be |
| I will not swim in the seas of wheat |
| That the bread gets dirty from looking at my navel |
| Doubts arrive, throw the bolt |
| That I take out a corsage and then I pass the brush |
| With my six button jacket |
| That neither motherfuckers nor thieves changed it for me |
| And on tiptoe loneliness will go away |
| After changing the petals of the orange blossom |
| For a prickly pear that punctures the balloons of my spring |
| And among my blurs I have been a donkey |
| Who wanted to kiss the air and the sidewalk and stay with you |
| and it can't be |
| I will not swim in the seas of wheat |
| That the bread gets dirty from looking at my navel |
| And in my lintels, the evil fate is getting stronger |
| And braying I forget that I came to see you |
| What if I don't look for food on the shelves of your closet |
| Maybe life will corner me and luck will fuck me |
| And among my blurs I have been a donkey |
| Who wanted to kiss the air and the sidewalk and stay with you |
| and it can't be |
| I will not swim in the seas of wheat |
| That the bread gets dirty from looking at my navel |
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|---|---|
| La luna me sabe a poco | 2007 |
| Un hierro sin domar | 2019 |
| Muchas lanzas | 2019 |
| El temblor | 2019 |
| Pájaros viejos | 2019 |
| Pecadores | 2019 |
| La Sangre, Los Polvos, Los Muertos ft. El Drogas | 2001 |
| La noche de Viernes Santo | 2019 |
| Ocho mares | 2019 |
| Jindama | 2019 |
| El perro verde | 2007 |
| Marea | 1999 |
| La vela se apaga | 2007 |
| Corazon de mimbre | 2007 |
| Mil quilates | 2007 |
| Con la camisa rota | 2007 |
| La rueca | 2007 |
| Mierda y cuchara | 2007 |
| Aceitunero | 2007 |
| Trasegando | 1999 |