Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Boys , by - Roger Miret and the Disasters. Release date: 31.12.2006
Song language: Spanish
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Boys , by - Roger Miret and the Disasters. The Boys(original) | 
| existen | 
| dias demasiado amargos | 
| son largos pesados | 
| como este peso que cargo | 
| en la espalda | 
| so; | 
| ando una caricia | 
| que me valga escuchando | 
| esas palabras que se | 
| elevan como dardos. | 
| sienteme | 
| en tu pecho o en | 
| canciones | 
| en cada acorde | 
| de guitarra | 
| me sobran razones | 
| para hacerlo y se | 
| que | 
| quizas tu no puedas | 
| verlo | 
| si todo lo que siento | 
| se queda en su posicion. | 
| solo busco soluciones | 
| sacar de sonrisas | 
| por el momento y lo de | 
| adentro se queda | 
| en los ojos que | 
| contemplo | 
| intento poder detener | 
| el tiempo | 
| y ser la pieza clave | 
| que provoque que | 
| funciones | 
| siempre fiel a mis | 
| acciones | 
| pensando de noche y | 
| de dia | 
| dejando melodias | 
| lo que nunca digo y | 
| sigo | 
| mi plan de vida | 
| pero se queda en teoria | 
| cuando llegas de imprevisto | 
| y al segundo me sonries | 
| nunca olvides | 
| que cada gesto tiene | 
| su motivo y | 
| que este amor nosivo me | 
| motiva a seguir vivo | 
| sigo en vela pensando | 
| en esto, no quedan testigos | 
| y ya no puedo ni | 
| un segundo mas. | 
| Me preguntas que me ocurre | 
| y no te puedo contestar | 
| me asilo por mi cuenta | 
| no quiero pensarlo mas | 
| me aturde y me condena | 
| el no saber que pasara | 
| si sientes lo que digo | 
| deves saber que ahora | 
| soy | 
| ese mechero que no prende | 
| una llama | 
| que depende del rencor | 
| que la salpica | 
| y se que voy aya | 
| a ese donde ni el viento | 
| me encuentre | 
| sintiendo intensamente | 
| lo que mi cuerpo no | 
| explica y | 
| sin gas | 
| volava la cielo y me quede | 
| sin alas | 
| sin mas | 
| reia siempre y | 
| me quede sin ganas | 
| arto de esta trama | 
| de entregarse a quien no | 
| te ama | 
| de promesas incluidas | 
| que al final no tienen | 
| nada de | 
| VALOR! | 
| Hoy me falta color para | 
| pintar mi presente | 
| me mantiene ausente | 
| ante la situacion | 
| con la sensacion de no | 
| parecer consiente | 
| observo en la ma; | 
| ana | 
| como despierta el dolor | 
| asi que olvidame! | 
| y pensare que toca | 
| comenzar de nuevo | 
| dejar de ser el fego de | 
| la deprecion | 
| con la condicion de | 
| saber lo que no devo | 
| hacer | 
| vuelvo a reflejarme | 
| en este tipo de cancion | 
| te preguntas que me ocurre | 
| y no te puedo contestar | 
| me aislo por mi cuenta | 
| no quiero pensarlo mas | 
| me aturde y me condena | 
| el no saber que pasara | 
| si sientes lo que digo | 
| deves saber que ahora | 
| ya deje lo que sentia | 
| me han lavado | 
| y he acavado reventando | 
| cantando lo que eh pensado | 
| no me gusta sentir | 
| una cadena que arrastre | 
| y deslice mi acciones | 
| hasta el maximo | 
| desgaste | 
| lo notaste? | 
| que echamos al traste | 
| todo lo que hemos so; | 
| ado | 
| mi mente no aguanta | 
| otro desastre y | 
| ausente que quedo ausente | 
| y tan desolado | 
| buscando otros colores | 
| para pintar mi presente | 
| te preguntas que me ocurre | 
| y no te puedo contestar | 
| me aislo por mi cuenta | 
| no quiero pensar lo mas | 
| me aturde y me condena | 
| el no saber que pasara | 
| si sientes lo que digo | 
| deves saber que ahora | 
| te preguntas que me ocurre | 
| y no te puedo contestar | 
| me aislo por mi cuenta | 
| no quiero pensarlo mas | 
| me aturde y me condena | 
| el no saber que pasara | 
| si sientes lo que digo | 
| deves saber que ahora. | 
| (translation) | 
| exist | 
| too bitter days | 
| they are long heavy | 
| like this weight that I carry | 
| in the back | 
| SW; | 
| I'm a caress | 
| I'm worth listening | 
| those words that I know | 
| rise like darts. | 
| feel me | 
| on your chest or on | 
| songs | 
| in every chord | 
| guitar | 
| I have plenty of reasons | 
| to do it and | 
| what | 
| maybe you can't | 
| see him | 
| yes all i feel | 
| he stays in his position. | 
| I'm just looking for solutions | 
| draw from smiles | 
| for the moment and what | 
| inside it stays | 
| in the eyes that | 
| gazed out | 
| I try to stop | 
| time | 
| and be the key | 
| that causes | 
| functions | 
| always faithful to my | 
| Actions | 
| thinking at night and | 
| at daytime | 
| leaving melodies | 
| what I never say and | 
| I follow | 
| My life plan | 
| but it remains in theory | 
| when you arrive unexpectedly | 
| and the second you smile at me | 
| never forget | 
| that each gesture has | 
| your reason and | 
| that this love hurts me | 
| motivates to stay alive | 
| I keep awake thinking | 
| in this, there are no witnesses left | 
| and I can't even | 
| one more second. | 
| You ask me what happens to me | 
| and I can't answer you | 
| I take refuge on my own | 
| I don't want to think about it anymore | 
| stuns me and damns me | 
| not knowing what would happen | 
| if you feel what i say | 
| you should know that now | 
| am | 
| that lighter that doesn't light | 
| a flame | 
| that depends on rancor | 
| that splashes it | 
| and I know I'm going there | 
| to that where not even the wind | 
| find me | 
| feeling intensely | 
| what my body doesn't | 
| explain and | 
| without gas | 
| fly to the sky and stay | 
| wingless | 
| no more | 
| always laughed and | 
| I ran out of desire | 
| part of this plot | 
| of giving oneself to someone who doesn't | 
| she loves You | 
| of promises included | 
| that in the end they do not have | 
| nothing of | 
| WORTH! | 
| Today I lack color for | 
| paint my present | 
| keeps me away | 
| Given the situation | 
| with the feeling of not | 
| seem aware | 
| I observe in the ma; | 
| Ana | 
| how the pain wakes up | 
| so forget me! | 
| and I'll think what's up | 
| start again | 
| stop being the fego of | 
| the depression | 
| with the condition of | 
| know what I don't owe | 
| make | 
| I reflect again | 
| in this kind of song | 
| you wonder what's wrong with me | 
| and I can't answer you | 
| I isolate myself | 
| I don't want to think about it anymore | 
| stuns me and damns me | 
| not knowing what would happen | 
| if you feel what i say | 
| you should know that now | 
| I already left what I felt | 
| I have been washed | 
| and I've bursting | 
| singing what i have thought | 
| I don't like to feel | 
| a chain that drags | 
| and slide my stock | 
| up to the maximum | 
| wear | 
| did you notice it? | 
| what we messed up | 
| all that we have been; | 
| ado | 
| my mind can't stand it | 
| another disaster and | 
| absent I'm absent | 
| and so desolate | 
| looking for other colors | 
| to paint my present | 
| you wonder what's wrong with me | 
| and I can't answer you | 
| I isolate myself | 
| I don't want to think about it anymore | 
| stuns me and damns me | 
| not knowing what would happen | 
| if you feel what i say | 
| you should know that now | 
| you wonder what's wrong with me | 
| and I can't answer you | 
| I isolate myself | 
| I don't want to think about it anymore | 
| stuns me and damns me | 
| not knowing what would happen | 
| if you feel what i say | 
| you should know that now. |