Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gota a gota, artist - Miguel Bose. Album song Bajo El Signo De Caín, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 08.01.1995
Record label: Warner Music Benelux
Song language: Spanish
Gota a gota(original) |
Dicen que pronto a la Capital |
traeràn en mar Madriterraneo |
gota a gota… gota a gota |
Y han publicado que el Pirineo |
que se fugò vive en Canarias |
llegò de paso… llegò de paso |
Si la noticia no me engaña |
Badajoz ser’una isla |
del nuevo tropico… del nuevo tropico |
Anunciaran mañana mismo |
que en la Coruña hay un desierto |
de mejillones… de mejillones |
Y entonces quien pensaba que |
o suponia qué no pondràn màs peros |
y quién lo imaginò o nunca lo negò |
ya no dudarà |
y venga fiesta y confusiòn |
que esta informaciòn es la que va a misa |
y quien quiera saber |
no ha de conocer nunca la verdad |
un gota a gota gota… un gota a gota gota |
Dicen que diga que no he dicho |
que la Giralda va a ser madre |
ay! |
qué penalty… ay! |
qué penalty |
Cuentan fiscales nocturnos |
que soñar se harà muy caro |
tendrà un impuesto… tendrà un impuesto… |
Y entonces quien pensaba que |
o suponia qué no pondràn màs peros |
y quién lo imaginò o nunca lo negò |
ya no dudarà |
y venga fiesta y confusiòn |
que esta informaciòn es la que va a misa |
y quien quiera saber |
no ha de conocer nunca la verdad |
un gota a gota gota… un gota a gota gota |
(translation) |
They say soon to the Capital |
they will bring in the Madriterraneo sea |
drop by drop… drop by drop |
And they have published that the Pyrenees |
who fled lives in the Canary Islands |
came by way… came by way |
If the news does not deceive me |
Badajoz will be an island |
of the new tropic… of the new tropic |
They will announce tomorrow |
that in la Coruña there is a desert |
of mussels… of mussels |
And then who thought that |
Or did you suppose that they will not put more buts |
and who imagined it or never denied it |
no longer doubt |
and come party and confusion |
that this information is the one that goes to mass |
and who wants to know |
she will never know the truth |
a drop by drop drop… a drop by drop drop |
They say to say that I have not said |
that the Giralda is going to be a mother |
Oh! |
what a penalty… oh! |
what penalty |
They count night tax |
that dreaming will become very expensive |
will have a tax… will have a tax… |
And then who thought that |
Or did you suppose that they will not put more buts |
and who imagined it or never denied it |
no longer doubt |
and come party and confusion |
that this information is the one that goes to mass |
and who wants to know |
must never know the truth |
a drop by drop drop… a drop by drop drop |