Lyrics of Mi Rumbita Pa Tus Pies - Melendi

Mi Rumbita Pa Tus Pies (original)

Siete vidas tiene un gato
Como una y cuento cien
Y como de hablar no canso
Voy y te como a ti tambien
Ya ha acabado el Gran Hermano
Abre un buen champan Frances
Lo mejor de tol programa
Fue la novia de un tal Ness
Y ayer vi al sol, to quemao en la oficina del Inem
Llorando por, que alumbra mas tu mirada que su piel
Ya no hay rock americano, ya no suena el pop Ingles
Y lo que peta en la radio, mi rumbita pa tus pies.
Ya nadie roba diarios, ya no hay nada que esconder
La navidad la ha inventado el corte ingles
Quien hace un cesto hace un ciento
Dijo un dia un carcamal
Y por culpa de estos versos
Alguien no para de currar
Jugabamos de pequeños
a imitar Verano Azul
Yo me pedio siempre a Pancho
¿A quien te pedias tu?
Y ayer vi al sol, to quemao en la oficina del inem
Llorando por, que alumbra mas tu mirada que su piel
Ya no hay rock americano…

(translation)

Seven lives have a cat
Like one and I count a hundred
And how I never get tired of talking
I go and eat you too
Big Brother is over
Open a nice French champagne
The best of the program
She was the girlfriend of a certain Ness
And yesterday I saw the sun, all burned in the Inem office
Crying for, that illuminates your gaze more than his skin
There is no longer American rock, English pop no longer sounds
And what's on the radio, my rumbita for your feet.
No one steals newspapers anymore, there is nothing to hide anymore
Christmas was invented by the English court
Who makes a basket makes a hundred
Said one day a wretch
And because of these verses
Someone does not stop working
We used to play when we were little
to imitate Summer Blue
I always ask Pancho
Who did you ask yourself?
And yesterday I saw the sun, all burned in the office of the inem
Crying for, that illuminates your gaze more than his skin
There is no American rock anymore...