1280 Almas — Basurita song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Basurita" by 1280 Almas.
Lyrics
Ayer penaba por verte, y hoy peno por que te vi.
Si ni yo mismo me entiendo nada te puedo pedir,
mi Morena Barbara.
Ya yo no se lo que hago, tengo solo un pensamiento:
un clavo saca otro clavo o los dos se quedan dentro.
Mi Morena Barbara.
Basurita, la que baila en el aire.
Basurita, la que se viene y se va.
Basurita, tu y yo somos morena en el baile del vendabal.
Baile del vendabal,
mi Morena Barbara.
Todavia no llega el dia y yo me salgo para la calle fria.
A buscarme para la comida, a buscarme alguna salida,
para seguir cargando mi cruz, pa' lo del recibo de la luz,
pa' buscar como financiarme algun modo para idiotizarme
y ya no pensar.
Bendicion mi morena, la de no pensar.
Y pasa un viento, un viento que canta,
y hace eco dentro 'e mi garganta,
y me espero al ruido de un auto para pegar mi grito mas alto.
Y me atrapa un rio de gente que me obliga a apostar a muerte,
y me obliga a pagar por verte
pero como siempre yo no tengo suerte.
Ya no quiero pensar.
Maldicion mi morena, en ti no quiero pensar.
Ayer penaba por verte, y hoy peno por que te vi.
Penare por no tenerte y nunca sere feliz.
Hay quien se siente enterrado al ver pasar un entierro.
Que triste se siente el rabo cuando le cortan al perro.
Mi Morena Barbara.
Basurita, la que baila en el aire.
Basurita, la que se viene y se va.
Basurita, tu y yo somos morena en el baile del vendabal.
Basurita, la que baila en el aire.
Basurita, la que se viene y se va.
Basurita, tu y yo somos morena en el baile del vendabal.
Baile del vendabal,
mi Morena Barbara.
Basurita, la que baila en el aire.
Basurita, la que se viene y se va.
Basurita, tu y yo somos morena en el baile del vendabal.
Lyrics translation
Yesterday I was sorry to see you, and today I'm sorry to see you.
If I don't even understand myself, I can ask you.,
my brunette Barbara.
I don't know what I'm doing anymore, I just have one thought:
one nail pulls another nail or both stay inside.
My Brunette Barbara.
Scumbag, the one that dances in the air.
Scumbag, the one that comes and goes.
Scumbag, you and I are brunettes at the vendabal dance.
Vendabal dance,
my brunette Barbara.
The day's not here yet and I'm off to the cold street.
To find me for food, to find me some way out,
to continue carrying my cross, for the receipt of the light,
to find out how to fund me some way to fool me
and no longer think.
Bless my brunette, the one of not thinking.
And a wind passes, a wind that sings,
and it echoes inside ' e my throat,
and I wait for the noise of a car to hit my loud scream.
And I get caught by a river of people who force me to bet on death,
and makes me pay to see you
but as always I have no luck.
I don't want to think anymore.
Damn my brunette, I don't want to think about you.
Yesterday I was sorry to see you, and today I'm sorry to see you.
I'll regret not having you and I'll never be happy.
There are those who feel buried to see a burial pass.
How sad the tail feels when the dog is cut.
My Brunette Barbara.
Scumbag, the one that dances in the air.
Scumbag, the one that comes and goes.
Scumbag, you and I are brunettes at the vendabal dance.
Scumbag, the one that dances in the air.
Scumbag, the one that comes and goes.
Scumbag, you and I are brunettes at the vendabal dance.
Vendabal dance,
my brunette Barbara.
Scumbag, the one that dances in the air.
Scumbag, the one that comes and goes.
Scumbag, you and I are brunettes at the vendabal dance.