Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Noko, artist - Molotov. Album song Dance And Dense Denso, in the genre Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Surco Records J.V
Song language: Spanish
Noko(original) |
| Madre, ¿En dónde esta padre, madre? |
| Ahora que nos conocemos mejor mamá |
| Ven acá y dime donde esta papá! |
| De ir en la vida en la pura subida |
| Ahora en picada y de pura bajada |
| Quien piensé que no llueve sobre mojado |
| Alivianame ñor que aqui truena sobre empapado |
| Duermo en el lodo antes tenia una cama |
| Tenia edredón ahora tapa de caja |
| Estaba usando mi perro de almohada |
| Y tope unas tortillas |
| Y no queda perro nada! |
| (Coro) |
| No comeremos mañana ni hoy honey |
| Nos comeremos aquí entre los dos nena |
| Con las proteínas de una cawama |
| Logré levantarme para pedir chamba |
| Sali a la calle a ver quien me aliviana |
| Y aqui estoy de rebote |
| Gracias a un cerdo con su macana |
| (Tornamesa) |
| Six months now, sin comida ni chamba |
| Vendi tanto mi alma que no vale nada |
| Quisiera rentarla pero ya no aguanta |
| Asi que hechen paja paja |
| Tito el roto ya no la levanta |
| (Coro) |
| No comeremos mañana ni hoy honey |
| Nos comeremos aqui entre los dos nena |
| (translation) |
| Mother, where is father, mother? |
| Now that we know each other better mom |
| Come here and tell me where dad is! |
| To go in life in the pure ascent |
| Now in a tailspin and in a pure descent |
| Who I thought it doesn't rain it pours |
| Relieve me ñor that here thunders over soaked |
| I sleep in the mud before I had a bed |
| Had duvet now box top |
| I was using my pillow dog |
| And top some tortillas |
| And there is no dog left! |
| (Chorus) |
| We will not eat tomorrow or today honey |
| We'll eat here between the two of us baby |
| With the proteins of a cawama |
| I managed to get up to ask for a job |
| I went out to the street to see who relieves me |
| And here I am on the bounce |
| Thanks to a pig with his baton |
| (turntable) |
| Six months now, without food or chamba |
| I sold my soul so much that it is worth nothing |
| I would like to rent it but it can't stand it anymore |
| so make straw straw |
| Tito the broken no longer lifts it |
| (Chorus) |
| We will not eat tomorrow or today honey |
| We'll eat here between the two of us baby |