Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Narices, artist - Raphael. Album song Perdona, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 06.08.2012
Record label: Dance Plant
Song language: Spanish
Narices(original) |
Hay narices instaladas |
tan solo para olfatear |
y otras que se olfatean |
lo que les puede pasar |
y las hay que son apenas |
el medidor ideal |
para saber hasta adonde |
los ojos pueden mirar |
¡Ay, narices! |
¡Ay, narices! |
Hoy honores rinde el mundo a las narices |
con narices, sin narices |
por narices, tus narices |
y todo es cosa de narices, nada más |
Hay narices que no huelen |
ni podrán oler jamás |
porque dios las ha creado |
como adorno y nada más |
y las hay que solo nacen |
para oler a los demás |
y como nacen podridas |
huelen lo malo no mas |
¡Ay, narices! |
¡Ay, narices! |
Hoy honores rinde el mundo a las narices |
con narices, sin narices |
por narices, tus narices |
y todo es cosa de narices, nada más |
Hay narices que resoplan |
y resoplan sin cesar |
con el polvo que levantan |
se taponan las demás |
estas narices entonces |
terminan por reventar |
pues todo el aire que queda |
no lo pueden respirar |
¡Ay, narices! |
¡Ay, narices! |
Hoy honores rinde el mundo a las narices |
con narices, sin narices |
por narices, tus narices |
y todo es cosa de narices, nada más |
Hay narices habituadas |
al olor que huele mal |
cuando encuentran una rosa |
no la saben apreciar |
pero los hay que prefieren |
lo que bien huele no más |
y no es difícil hallarlas |
hay que saberla buscar |
¡Ay, narices! |
¡Ay, narices! |
Hoy honores rinde el mundo a las narices |
con narices, sin narices |
por narices, tus narices |
y todo es cosa de narices, nada más |
(translation) |
There are noses installed |
just to sniff |
and others that are sniffed |
what can happen to them |
and there are those that are barely |
the ideal meter |
to know how far |
eyes can see |
Oh, noses! |
Oh, noses! |
Today honors the world surrenders to the nose |
with noses, without noses |
by noses, your noses |
and everything is a nose thing, nothing more |
There are noses that do not smell |
nor will they ever be able to smell |
because god has created them |
as decoration and nothing more |
and there are those who are only born |
to smell others |
and how they are born rotten |
they smell bad no more |
Oh, noses! |
Oh, noses! |
Today honors the world surrenders to the nose |
with noses, without noses |
by noses, your noses |
and everything is a nose thing, nothing more |
There are noses that snort |
and they snort endlessly |
with the dust they raise |
the others are covered |
these noses then |
they end up bursting |
Well, all the air that remains |
they can't breathe it |
Oh, noses! |
Oh, noses! |
Today honors the world surrenders to the nose |
with noses, without noses |
by noses, your noses |
and everything is a nose thing, nothing more |
There are noses accustomed |
to the smell that smells bad |
when they find a rose |
they do not know how to appreciate it |
but there are those who prefer |
what smells good no more |
and it's not hard to find them |
you have to know how to look for it |
Oh, noses! |
Oh, noses! |
Today honors the world surrenders to the nose |
with noses, without noses |
by noses, your noses |
and everything is a nose thing, nothing more |