Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Con Tanto Héroe, artist - Melendi. Album song Que El Cielo Espere Sentao.., in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 13.08.2006
Record label: Carlitos
Song language: Spanish
Con Tanto Héroe(original) |
Él siempre creyó |
Que un disco duro era un disco de Metallica |
Que las varillas del paraguas eran mágicas |
Y los gemidos de las putas de verdad |
Nunca se resignó |
A que los Reyes Magos fueran concejales |
Dibujaba siempre su nombre en los cristales |
Que daban al patio de luces de Nunca Jamás |
No quiso crecer |
Y el Pan de Peter se endurece día a día |
Su callejón se olvida un caso a la salida |
Y baila con lobos tangos tristes de Gardel |
Y al amanecer |
Su primavera fué violada en una esquina |
Con tanto héroe de corbata y gabardina |
El gato al agua se llevó |
Como siempre la heroína |
Y el siempre creyó |
Que con cerrar los ojos nadie lo veía |
Quiso dar la vuelta al mundo en ochenta días |
Y no salió de un parque de Moratalá |
Le gustaba pensar |
Que contruiría mil castillos en el aire |
Por si el infierno ya no fuera edificable |
Cuando un mal pico lo juntara con Satán |
No quiso crecer |
Y el Pan de Peter se endurece día a día |
Su callejón se olvida un caso a la salida |
Y baila con lobos tangos tristes de Gardel |
Y al amanecer |
Su primavera fué violada en una esquina |
Con tanto héroe de corbata y gabardina |
El gato al agua se llevó |
Como siempre la heroína |
(translation) |
he always believed |
That a hard drive was a Metallica drive |
That the umbrella ribs were magical |
And the moans of real whores |
he never gave up |
For the Three Wise Men to be councilors |
He always drew his name on the crystals |
That overlooked the courtyard of lights of Neverland |
He didn't want to grow up |
And Peter's Bread hardens day by day |
His alley he misses a case on the way out |
And he dances with wolves sad tangos of Gardel |
and at dawn |
Her spring of him was raped in a corner |
With so much hero of tie and trench coat |
The cat overboard took |
as always the heroine |
And he always believed |
That with closing your eyes no one could see it |
He wanted to go around the world in eighty days |
And he did not leave a park in Moratalá |
he liked to think |
That he would build a thousand castles in the air |
In case hell was no longer buildable |
When a bad pick put him together with Satan |
He didn't want to grow up |
And Peter's Bread hardens day by day |
His alley he misses a case on the way out |
And he dances with wolves sad tangos of Gardel |
and at dawn |
Her spring of him was raped in a corner |
With so much hero of tie and trench coat |
The cat overboard took |
as always the heroine |