Lyrics of Sin Noticias De Holanda - Melendi

Sin Noticias De Holanda (original)

Se oyen las sirenas de fondo
En la calle que esta de moda
La madera tras un yonko
Que está corriendo en pelotas
Y grita desesperao:
La chuta o no hay no hay ropa
Y todos corriendo detrás de aquel pobre diablo
Que tan solo hace visible su ansiedad
Y tras la muchedumbre se oye un comentario
Que junto a la olor de akel chigre me izo recordar
ESTRIBILLO
Que hoy el cartero me ha dicho que no hay carta para mi
Poniendome en entredicho que la fuera a recibir
Porque la carta de Holanda entra mu mal en el país
Huelen demasiado a plantas…
Y hay muxo vicio aqui
Y hay muxo vicio aqui
Y tras varias deliberaciones
Y dándole muchas vueltas, como le di
Pa que voy a fumar hierba de otras naciones
Pudiendo plantar la mia en este pais
Y ahi kedó el pobre yonko to amoratao
De las ostias que los maderos lan regalao
Y tras la muchedumbre se oyó un comentario
Que junto a la olor de aquel chigre me hizo recordar
ESTRIBILLO
Hoy el cartero ma dicho que no hay carta pa mi
Con los ojos enrojecios, esta riendose de mi
Porque la carta de Holanda entra muy mal en el pais
Como seras tan canalla
Mis plantas son pa mi
Mis plantas son pa mi
ESTRIBILLO

(translation)

Sirens can be heard in the background
In the street that is fashionable
The wood behind a yonko
who is running in balls
And she screams desperately:
The shoot or not there are no clothes
And everybody running after that poor devil
That only makes your anxiety visible
And behind the crowd a comment is heard
That together with the smell of akel winch made me remember
CHORUS
That today the postman told me that there is no letter for me
Putting myself in doubt that I was going to receive it
Because the letter from Holland enters very badly in the country
They smell too much of plants...
And there is a lot of vice here
And there is a lot of vice here
And after several deliberations
And giving it many laps, how I gave it
Why am I going to smoke grass from other nations
Being able to plant mine in this country
And there was the poor yonko to blackberry
Of the ostias that the cops gave away
And behind the crowd came a comment
That together with the smell of that winch made me remember
CHORUS
Today the postman told me that there is no letter for me
With red eyes, he's laughing at me
Because the letter from Holland enters the country very badly
how can you be so scoundrel
My plants are for me
My plants are for me
CHORUS