Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lágrimas desordenadas, 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
Lágrimas desordenadas(original) |
Es porque no ha encontrao a su medio limón |
Lucha en los asaltos que manda la vida, |
Vive con 100 gatos en un callejón |
Y en el horizonte de mi pecho en llamas, |
Soy un super-man que busca tu cabina |
El sujeto de quien no llora no mama, |
Una puta con horario de oficina |
Y puse tus recuerdos a remojo |
Y flotan porque el agua está salada, |
Salada porque brotan de mis ojos, |
Lágrimas desordenadas |
No pienses que estoy loco |
Por vivir a mi manera |
Voy a pasarme todo el día bebiendo |
Y por la noche, pegado a una botella. |
Si mi corazón sigue de calavera |
Es porque aún no ha aprendido a disimular |
Cada vez que ve paseando tus caderas |
Se le caen las llaves al fondo del bar. |
Y en el horizonte de mi pecho en llamas, |
Soy un super-man que busca tu cabina |
El sujeto de quien no llora no mama, |
Una puta con horario de oficina |
Y puse tus recuerdos a remojo |
Y flotan porque el agua está salada, |
Salada porque brotan de mis ojos, |
Lágrimas desordenadas. |
No pienses que estoy loco |
Por vivir a mi manera |
Voy a pasarme todo el día bebiendo |
Y por la noche, pegado a una botella. |
Y he plantao un jardín de la alegría, |
Para hacer mas divertidos mis días |
Y he soñao que dormía entre tus piernas, |
Y he dejao el sueño patas arribas. |
Y puse tus recuerdos a remojo |
Y flotan porque el agua está salada, |
Salada porque brotan de mis ojos, |
Lágrimas desordenadas. |
No pienses que estoy loco |
Por vivir a mi manera |
Voy a pasarme todo el día bebiendo |
Y por la noche, pegado a una botella. |
(translation) |
It's because he hasn't found his half a lemon |
Fight in the assaults that life sends, |
He lives with 100 cats in an alley |
And on the horizon of my chest on fire, |
I'm a super-man looking for your cabin |
The subject of who does not cry does not breastfeed, |
A whore with office hours |
And I put your memories to soak |
And they float because the water is salty, |
Salty because they spring from my eyes, |
messy tears |
don't think i'm crazy |
For living my way |
I'm going to spend all day drinking |
And at night, glued to a bottle. |
If my heart is still skull |
It's because he hasn't learned to hide yet |
Every time he sees your hips walking |
He drops his keys at the back of the bar. |
And on the horizon of my chest on fire, |
I'm a super-man looking for your cabin |
The subject of who does not cry does not breastfeed, |
A whore with office hours |
And I put your memories to soak |
And they float because the water is salty, |
Salty because they spring from my eyes, |
Messy tears. |
don't think i'm crazy |
For living my way |
I'm going to spend all day drinking |
And at night, glued to a bottle. |
And I have planted a garden of joy, |
To make my days more fun |
And I have dreamed that I slept between your legs, |
And I have left the dream upside down. |
And I put your memories to soak |
And they float because the water is salty, |
Salty because they spring from my eyes, |
Messy tears. |
don't think i'm crazy |
For living my way |
I'm going to spend all day drinking |
And at night, glued to a bottle. |