Lyrics of Blues Del Perro - Pappo

Blues Del Perro (original)

Es mi perro, es perfecto;
Es mi perro, el más perfecto
Cuando voy a la estación;
No hay problema es un perro;
Mira a la gente, mira y no entiende
A esas personas, que aparentan
Estar en California
En noches de siete lunas
Vamos lejos de viaje, no se dónde;
Igual es correcto
Mira y no entiende
Cómo los humanos
Se comen entre sí
En noches de siete lunas
Mira el desierto;
Es mi perro, es correcto
Y ama los blues, ama los blues;
Es perfecto, y odia a esa gente
Que aparenta estar en California
No hay problema es un perro
Es perfecto;
Escucha los blues, ama este blues
Busca fuego, es perfecto
Es mi perro, es correcto;
Ama los blues, blues;
Ama los blues

(translation)

It's my dog, it's perfect;
He is my dog, the most perfect
When I go to the station;
No problem, he's a dog;
Look at the people, look and don't understand
To those people, who appear
Being in California
On nights of seven moons
We are going far away on a journey, I don't know where;
same is correct
Look and do not understand
how humans
they eat each other
On nights of seven moons
Look at the desert;
It's my dog, that's right
And he loves the blues, he loves the blues;
He's perfect, and he hates those people.
Who appears to be in California
no problem it's a dog
He is perfect;
Listen to the blues, love this blues
Look for fire, it's perfect
It's my dog, that's right;
He loves the blues, blues;
he loves the blues