Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Muerto Vivo, artist - Los Manolos
Date of issue: 30.03.2017
Song language: Spanish
El Muerto Vivo(original) |
Naino naino naino nona. |
Naino naino naino nona. |
Naino naino naino nona. |
Chévere cu chévere, chévere. |
A mi papa «el chocolate» |
le pagaron su salario. |
Y sin pensarlo dos veces |
salió para malgastarlo. |
Una semana de juerga |
y perdió el conocimiento. |
Como no volvió a su casa |
todos le daban por muerto. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Estaba tomando cañas, leré leréle. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Chévere cu chévere, chévere. |
Pero al cabo de unos días |
de haber desaparecido, |
encontraron unos muertos, |
un muerto muy parecido. |
Le montaron un velorio |
y le rezaron la novena. |
Le perdonaron sus deudas |
y lo enterraron con pena. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Estaba tomando cañas, leré leréle. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Chévere cu chévere, chévere |
Pero un día se apareció |
lleno de vida y contento, |
diciéndole a todo el mundo (QUE!!!) |
se equivocaron de muerto. |
El lío que se formó |
eso sí que es puro cuento. |
Su mujer ya no lo quiere, |
no quiere dormir con muertos. |
No estaba muerto, estaba de parranda. |
No estaba muerto, estaba de parranda. |
A mi papa «el chocolate» |
le pagaron su salario. |
No estaba muerto, estaba de parranda. |
No estaba muerto, estaba de parranda |
Que su mujer ya no lo quiere, |
ay no quiere dormir con muertos. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Estaba tomando cañas, leré leréle. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Chévere cu chévere, chévere |
No estaba muerto, estaba de parranda. |
No estaba muerto, estaba de parranda. |
A mi papa «el chocolate» |
le pagaron su salario. |
No estaba muerto, estaba de parranda. |
Que su mujer ya no lo quiere, |
ay no quiere dormir con muertos. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Y no estaba muerto, no, no. |
Chévere cu chévere, chévere. |
(translation) |
Naino naino naino nona. |
Naino naino naino nona. |
Naino naino naino nona. |
Cool cu cool, cool. |
To my dad “chocolate” |
they paid her salary from him. |
And without thinking twice |
he went out to waste it. |
a week of partying |
and he lost consciousness. |
Since he didn't come home |
everyone thought he was dead. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
He was drinking canes, leré leréle. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
Cool cu cool, cool. |
But after a few days |
of having disappeared, |
found some dead |
a very similar death. |
They set up a wake for him |
and they prayed the novena to him. |
He was forgiven his debts |
and they buried him with sorrow. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
He was drinking canes, leré leréle. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
Cool cu cool, cool |
But one day he appeared |
full of life and happy, |
telling everyone (WHAT!!!) |
they were dead wrong. |
The mess that was made |
that is pure story. |
His wife doesn't love him anymore, |
she doesn't want to sleep with the dead. |
He wasn't dead, he was out on the town. |
He wasn't dead, he was partying. |
To my dad “chocolate” |
they paid her salary from him. |
He wasn't dead, he was partying. |
He wasn't dead, he was partying |
That his wife no longer loves him, |
Oh, she doesn't want to sleep with the dead. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
He was drinking canes, leré leréle. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
Cool cu cool, cool |
He wasn't dead, he was partying. |
He wasn't dead, he was partying. |
To my dad “chocolate” |
they paid her salary from him. |
He wasn't dead, he was partying. |
That his wife no longer loves him, |
Oh, he doesn't want to sleep with the dead. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
And he wasn't dead, no, no. |
Cool cu cool, cool. |