Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sobran bueyes , by - Marea. Song from the album En mi hambre mando yo, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 22.09.2011
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sobran bueyes , by - Marea. Song from the album En mi hambre mando yo, in the genre Иностранный рокSobran bueyes(original) |
| Bailo como baila la Tarara para los muchachos |
| Cuando se vayan lloraré para que beban los gusanos |
| De la savia que no han querido los gatos |
| Y el establo encharcaré |
| Ando igual que un toro sin resuello que enseña la frente |
| Que lleva en cada cicatriz luciérnagas resplandecientes |
| Y levanto polvareda en las tabernas |
| Si la luz no deja ver |
| Renqueando, los jamelgos |
| Vienen raudos a mi encuentro |
| En esta casa sin leyes |
| No me pesan los aperos |
| Ni quién llegará primero: |
| En mi yunta sobran bueyes |
| Los visillos descorridos van a pronunciar mi nombre |
| Y la mierda lamerán de la cresta que me sobre |
| Sin replicar |
| Renqueando, los jamelgos |
| Vienen raudos a mi encuentro |
| En esta casa sin leyes |
| No me pesan los aperos |
| Ni quién llegará primero: |
| En mi yunta sobran bueyes |
| Las cloacas no sollozan si no las toca el calor |
| Ensombrecidas |
| La penumbra está risueña y se empapa del color |
| Que yo le pida |
| Y cuando digan que en este remanso |
| El dolor no se durmió |
| Será mentira |
| (translation) |
| I dance like the Tarara dances for the boys |
| When they're gone I'll cry for the worms to drink |
| Of the sap that cats have not wanted |
| And I will flood the stable |
| I walk like a breathless bull that shows its forehead |
| That carries glowing fireflies in each scar |
| And I raise dust in the taverns |
| If the light does not let you see |
| Limping, the jerks |
| They come swiftly to meet me |
| In this house without laws |
| The implements do not weigh me down |
| Nor who will arrive first: |
| In my yoke there are plenty of oxen |
| The drawn curtains are going to pronounce my name |
| And the shit they'll lick off the crest that's on me |
| no reply |
| Limping, the jerks |
| They come swiftly to meet me |
| In this house without laws |
| The implements do not weigh me down |
| Nor who will arrive first: |
| In my yoke there are plenty of oxen |
| The sewers do not sob if the heat does not touch them |
| overshadowed |
| The gloom is laughing and soaks in color |
| that I ask him |
| And when they say that in this backwater |
| The pain did not go to sleep |
| It will be a lie |
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