Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Un Tipo Diferente, artist - Melendi. Album song Aún Más Curiosa La Cara De Tu Padre, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 23.03.2009
Record label: Carlito
Song language: Spanish
Un Tipo Diferente(original) |
He cosido mis talones a mi sombra, |
pa' que aguanten junto a mi todo el camino. |
Pa' dejar atras to' lo q me atolondra, |
voy cantando caminante no hay camino. |
Si nunca he cogido el toro por los cuernos, |
es porque todavia no llego a los pedales. |
Y la fama me ha cosido una careta, |
que solo puedo quitarme en carnavales. |
Y queriendo ser un tipo diferente, |
huyo siempre de cualquier comparativo. |
No me gusta hacer mucho caso a la gente, |
yo siempre he aprendido mas de lo vivido. |
Y la vida me ha enseñado en estos años, |
a fuerza de tratar con tantas personas. |
La nobleza y el cariño esta en los barrios, |
y con plata hasta una mierda resultona. |
«Y aunque a mi no me haga gracia, |
mi disco no pasa frio, |
acurruca’o entre mantas, |
entre Paulina e I’ll Divo. |
Y si el pueblo se levanta, |
yo me acuesto contigo, |
pero hoy nuestra esperanza no es mas que una puta, |
que esta en el retiro» |
Me he pasa’o a mis principios por la piedra, |
he pinta’o en las tapas de los retretes. |
Olvide poner mensaje en la botella, |
soy un triste folio en blanco sin membrete. |
Se me rompen las cuerdas de la guitarra, |
cuando veo que el mundo esta patas arriba. |
y si intentas meter la mano en su falda, |
los que mandan te la devuelven mordida. |
Y queriendo ser un tipo diferente, |
huyo siempre de cualquier comparativo. |
No me gusta hacer mucho caso a la gente, |
yo siempre he aprendido mas de lo vivido. |
Y la vida me ha enseñado en estos años, |
a fuerza de tratar con tantas personas. |
La nobleza y el cariño esta en los barrios, |
y con plata hasta una mierda resultona. |
«Y aunque a mi no me haga gracia, |
mi disco no pasa frio, |
acurruca’o entre mantas, |
entre Paulina e I’ll Divo. |
Y si el pueblo se levanta, |
yo me acuesto contigo, |
pero hoy nuestra esperanza no es mas que una puta, |
que esta en el retiro» |
«Y aunque a mi no me haga gracia, |
mi disco no pasa frio, |
acurruca’o entre mantas, |
entre Paulina e I’ll Divo. |
Y si el pueblo se levanta, |
yo me acuesto contigo, |
pero hoy nuestra esperanza no es mas que una puta, |
que esta en el retiro» |
(translation) |
I have sewn my heels to my shadow, |
so that they can stay with me all the way. |
To leave behind everything that makes me giddy, |
I'm singing walker there is no way. |
If I have never taken the bull by the horns, |
It's because I still haven't gotten to the pedals. |
And fame has sewn me a mask, |
that I can only take off at carnivals. |
And wanting to be a different kind, |
I always flee from any comparison. |
I don't like to pay much attention to people, |
I have always learned more than I lived. |
And life has taught me in these years, |
by dint of dealing with so many people. |
The nobility and affection is in the neighborhoods, |
and with money even a resultona shit. |
«And although I don't like it, |
my disk is not cold, |
curled up between blankets, |
between Paulina and I'll Divo. |
What if the people rise, |
I sleep with you |
but today our hope is nothing more than a whore, |
who is in retirement» |
I have gone to my principles for the stone, |
I have painted on the lids of the toilets. |
I forgot to put message in the bottle, |
I am a sad blank sheet of paper without letterhead. |
My guitar strings break |
when I see that the world is upside down. |
and if you try to put your hand up her skirt, |
those who send you return it bite. |
And wanting to be a different kind, |
I always flee from any comparison. |
I don't like to pay much attention to people, |
I have always learned more than I lived. |
And life has taught me in these years, |
by dint of dealing with so many people. |
The nobility and affection is in the neighborhoods, |
and with money even a resultona shit. |
«And although I don't like it, |
my disk is not cold, |
curled up between blankets, |
between Paulina and I'll Divo. |
What if the people rise, |
I sleep with you |
but today our hope is nothing more than a whore, |
who is in retirement» |
«And although I don't like it, |
my disk is not cold, |
curled up between blankets, |
between Paulina and I'll Divo. |
What if the people rise, |
I sleep with you |
but today our hope is nothing more than a whore, |
that she is in retirement » |