Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aprendiz de caballero, artist - Melendi. Album song Yo me veo contigo, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 07.12.2017
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Aprendiz de caballero(original) |
Como un soldadito desplomado por la luna en tu ventana |
Como aquel acento que buscaba su palabra, así estoy yo. |
Es verdad nunca me dio esperanzas, |
Pero tampoco me las quitó. |
Quizás fue la puta de la duda |
La que me llevó al error. |
Como un paraíso desolado, |
Sin costillas ni manzanas |
Como el aprendiz de caballero más tonto de Camelot |
Como se quedó Escarlata O’Hara, |
Viendo aquel viento que se llevó |
Todo lo que ella más quería, |
Fue por eso que juró: |
Hoy no salgo de mi casa, |
Lo de fuera ya no me interesa. |
Ella no me besaría ni aunque lo predigan mil profetas. |
Siempre me decía con su melodía |
Que algún día iba a llorar. |
Y ahora que estoy solo yo entre cuatro paredes, |
Rodeado de posters lleno de bellas mujeres |
Me voy dando cuenta poco a poco que solo me importas tú! |
Y que mis labios ya no son del cementerio |
Donde los tuyos vienen a morir. |
Que me has cortado el aire y sin remedio |
Me va ha costar poder sobrevivir. |
Que me has tirado al mar de pies atados |
Y sujetando los recuerdos con las manos! |
Como una colilla bien marcada |
Por el rojo de tus labios. |
Como solamente Piter |
Desde que tú te llevaste el Pan. |
Como un tonto haciendo tonterías |
O eso es lo que dice mi mamá. |
Sentado en la parada de tu casa |
Igualito que Forrest Gump. |
Hoy no salgo de mi casa, |
Lo de fuera ya no me interesa. |
Ella no me besaría ni aunque lo predigan mil profetas. |
Siempre me decía con su melodía |
Que algún día iba a llorar. |
Y ahora que estoy solo yo entre cuatro paredes, |
Rodeado de posters lleno de bellas mujeres |
Me voy dando cuenta poco a poco que solo me importas tú! |
Y que mis labios ya no son del cementerio |
Donde los tuyos vienen a morir. |
Que me has cortado el aire y sin remedio |
Me va ha costar poder sobrevivir. |
Que me has tirado al mar de pies atados |
Y sujetando los recuerdos con las manos! |
Y en el pasado me quedé, cuando te volvías loca |
Siempre que yo te tocaba donde en el amor resbalas |
Por debajo de la ropa, |
Siempre que me disparabas con tu amor a quema ropa, |
Cuando me pedías guerra… una y otra vez! |
Como un soldadito desplomado por la luna en tu ventana. |
(translation) |
Like a little soldier slumped by the moon at your window |
Like that accent that sought his word from him, that's how I am. |
It's true she never gave me hope, |
But she didn't take them from me either. |
Maybe she was the whore of doubt |
The one that led me to the error. |
Like a desolate paradise, |
No ribs or apples |
As Camelot's dumbest apprentice knight |
As Scarlet O'Hara stayed, |
Seeing that wind that took |
All that she wanted most, |
That was why she swore: |
Today I do not leave my house, |
What is outside no longer interests me. |
She wouldn't kiss me even if a thousand prophets predict it. |
She always told me with her melody |
That one day she was going to cry. |
And now that I'm alone between four walls, |
Surrounded by posters full of beautiful women |
I'm realizing little by little that I only care about you! |
And that my lips are no longer from the cemetery |
Where yours come to die. |
That you have cut off my air and without remedy |
It's going to be hard for me to survive. |
That you have thrown me into the sea with my feet tied |
And holding the memories with your hands! |
Like a well marked butt |
By the red of your lips. |
I eat only Peter |
Since you took the Bread. |
Like a fool doing nonsense |
Or so my mom says. |
Sitting at your house stop |
Just like Forrest Gump. |
Today I do not leave my house, |
What is outside no longer interests me. |
She wouldn't kiss me even if a thousand prophets predict it. |
She always told me with her melody |
That one day I was going to cry. |
And now that I'm alone between four walls, |
Surrounded by posters full of beautiful women |
I'm realizing little by little that I only care about you! |
And that my lips are no longer from the cemetery |
Where yours come to die. |
That you have cut off my air and without remedy |
It's going to be hard for me to survive. |
That you have thrown me into the sea with my feet tied |
And holding the memories with your hands! |
And in the past I stayed, when you went crazy |
Whenever I touched you where in love you slip |
under the clothes, |
Whenever you shot me with your love at close range, |
When you asked me for war... over and over again! |
Like a little soldier collapsed by the moon in your window. |