Lyrics of Gangs Of London - Melendi

Gangs Of London (original)

Letra de «Gangs Of London»
No pienses que esta vida tiene que contar contigo
Que sabe girar sola no necesita de ombligos
Le agarras por el cuello solo para sentirte vivo
Pero los dias pasan sin acuse de recibo
Los dias solo son la suela de mi vida
Se busca zapatera para hacer tapa a medida
Pensandolo mejor, pa´ calentar mi cama
Pa´ ser gangster en Londres el amor no me hace falta
Para poner color a los dias de niebla
Para ser yo tu chulo y tu mi puta cenicienta
No pienses que es tan facil poder acabar conmigo
Tengo el alma invisible y un 38 escondido
Dejare de besarte y asi me alejare de un vicio
Dejo de estar siempre al borde de un puto precipicio
Los dias solo son la suela de mi vida
Se busca zapatera para hacer tapa a medida
Pensandolo mejor, pa´ calentar mi cama
Pa´ ser gangster en Londres el amor no me hace falta
Para poner color a los dias de niebla
Para ser yo tu chulo y tu mi puta cenicienta
Pensandolo mejor, pa´ calentar mi cama
Pa´ ser gangster en Londres el amor no me hace falta
Para poner color a los dias de niebla
Para ser yo tu chulo y tu mi puta cenicienta
No quiero ser la vida que palpita en la esquina
Pasando frio, viviendo a base de medicinas
De esas que no se venden en ninguna farmacia
De aquellos 4 kilos que robamos a la mafia
No quiero ser la vida que palpita en la esquina
Pasando frio, viviendo a base de medicinas
De esas que no se venden en ninguna farmacia
De aquellos 4 kilos que robamos a la mafia

(translation)

"Gangs Of London" lyrics
Don't think that this life has to count on you
That knows how to turn alone does not need navels
You grab him by the neck just to feel alive
But the days pass without acknowledgment of receipt
The days are only the sole of my life
Wanted shoemaker to make custom cover
Thinking better of it, to warm my bed
To be a gangster in London I don't need love
To add color to foggy days
To be me your pimp and you my fucking Cinderella
Do not think that it is so easy to finish me
I have an invisible soul and a hidden 38
I will stop kissing you and thus I will get away from a vice
I stop always being on the edge of a fucking precipice
The days are only the sole of my life
Wanted shoemaker to make custom cover
Thinking better of it, to warm my bed
To be a gangster in London I don't need love
To add color to foggy days
To be me your pimp and you my fucking Cinderella
Thinking better of it, to warm my bed
To be a gangster in London I don't need love
To add color to foggy days
To be me your pimp and you my fucking Cinderella
I don't want to be the life that throbs in the corner
Going cold, living on medicine
Of those that are not sold in any pharmacy
Of those 4 kilos that we stole from the mafia
I don't want to be the life that throbs in the corner
Going cold, living on medicine
Of those that are not sold in any pharmacy
Of those 4 kilos that we stole from the mafia