Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vuelvo A Traficar , by - Melendi. Song from the album Sin Noticias De Holanda, in the genre ПопRelease date: 02.07.2006
Record label: Parlophone Spain
Song language: Spanish
Vuelvo A Traficar(original) |
| Me sobra el dinero me faltan las pelas |
| Me sobran las penas me faltan dos primaveras |
| Me sobra mi cordura en la profunda laguna de un reloj |
| Me sobra potencia y falta coherencia |
| Me dijo la voz ronca de mi tímida impaciencia |
| Hoy, hoy hoy… |
| Hoy, me voy a comer el mundo |
| Voy a pasar de este curro |
| Que ya no me da pa ná |
| Y hoy, te voy a decir la verdad |
| Comienza mi nueva vida… |
| Vuelvo a traficar |
| Como?! |
| Ahogando mis penas, chupando tarjetas |
| Subiendo tensiones, bajando escaleras |
| Repleto los bolsones, control de alcoholemia |
| Esquinas, callejones, gente que trafica y gente que se pone |
| Gente que se pone, gente que se deja de poner |
| Gente que se huele, que algún día habrá que dejarlo también |
| Pero no será hoy, pero no será hoy… hoy, hoy |
| Hoy, me voy a comer el mundo |
| Voy a pasar de este curro |
| Que ya no me da pa na |
| Y hoy, te voy a decir la verdad |
| Comienza mi nueva vida… |
| Vuelvo a traficar |
| Como?! |
| Ahogando mis penas, chupando tarjetas |
| Subiendo tensiones, bajando escaleras |
| Repleto los bolsones, control de alcoholemia |
| Esquinas, callejones, gente que trafica y gente que se pone |
| Y aunque los burros siempre vuelen |
| Y los camellos se ahoguen en el mar |
| La vida es demasiado bella |
| Para perderla en trabajar |
| Y si el trabajo dignifica o deja de dignificar |
| Si no sé lo que esto significa |
| ¿Qué coño más me da? |
| Yo vuelvo a traficar |
| Como?! |
| Ahogando mis penas, chupando tarjetas |
| Subiendo tensiones, bajando escaleras |
| Repleto los bolsones, control de alcoholemia |
| Esquinas, callejones, gente que trafica y gente que se pone |
| Ahogando mis penas… chupando tarjetas… |
| Subiendo tensiones… bajando escaleras… |
| Repleto bolsones… control de alcoholemia… |
| Esquinas, callejones… gente que trafica… y gente que se pone |
| (translation) |
| I have plenty of money, I lack the skins |
| I have plenty of sorrows, I'm missing two springs |
| I spare my sanity in the deep lagoon of a clock |
| I have plenty of power and lack of coherence |
| told me the hoarse voice of my shy impatience |
| Today today Today… |
| Today, I'm going to eat the world |
| I'm going to pass this job |
| That no longer gives me pa ná |
| And today, I'm going to tell you the truth |
| My new life begins... |
| I return to trafficking |
| What?! |
| Drowning my sorrows, sucking cards |
| Going up tensions, going down stairs |
| Full the bags, alcohol control |
| Corners, alleys, people who traffic and people who get |
| People who wear, people who stop wearing |
| People who smell each other, that one day we will have to leave it too |
| But it won't be today, but it won't be today... today, today |
| Today, I'm going to eat the world |
| I'm going to pass this job |
| That no longer gives me pa na |
| And today, I'm going to tell you the truth |
| My new life begins... |
| I return to trafficking |
| What?! |
| Drowning my sorrows, sucking cards |
| Going up tensions, going down stairs |
| Full the bags, alcohol control |
| Corners, alleys, people who traffic and people who get |
| And although donkeys always fly |
| And the camels drown in the sea |
| life is too beautiful |
| To lose her at work |
| And if work dignifies or stops dignifying |
| If I don't know what this means |
| What the hell else gives me? |
| I return to trafficking |
| What?! |
| Drowning my sorrows, sucking cards |
| Going up tensions, going down stairs |
| Full the bags, alcohol control |
| Corners, alleys, people who traffic and people who get |
| Drowning my sorrows… sucking cards… |
| Raising tensions… going down stairs… |
| Full of pockets… alcohol control… |
| Corners, alleys... people who traffic... and people who get |