Albertucho — Mi estrella song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mi estrella" by Albertucho.
Lyrics
Tengo que recurrir a mi poca inteligencia
Me está quitando las ganas de andar por mi senda de hierba
Y la cubre con piedras
No tiene nombre, no existe, pero puedo verla
Es de metales preciosos, se expresa en madera
¿dónde hostias está mi estrella?
Alumbra por turnos a quien la desea
Cuando me llora la abro de piernas
Y espera que cuente mil cuentos que a nadie interesan
¿Dónde hostias está mi estrella?
Que sacude las cenizas que aún me queman
Las ordena y las escupe en puño y letra
Y espera que cuente mil cuentos que a nadie interesan
Le pregunto a mis sentidos, uno a uno
Si recuerdan el color de aquellas flores
Que envolvían a los poetas
Si es que estuviesen marchitas
Necesito que aparezcan
Que la rieguen con su llanto
Que se abra de vida y piernas
¿dónde te escondes bastarda?
¿dónde hostias está mi estrella?
Alumbra por turnos a quien la desea
Cuando me llora la abro de piernas
Y espera que cuente mil cuentos que a nadie interesan
¿Dónde hostias está mi estrella?
Que sacude las cenizas que aún me queman
Las ordena y las escupe en puño y letra
Y espera que cuente mil cuentos que a nadie interesan
Lyrics translation
I have to resort to my little intelligence
It's taking away the urge to walk my grass path
And he covers it with stones
It doesn't have a name, it doesn't exist, but I can see it.
It is made of precious metals, expressed in wood
where the hell is my star?
Turn light to anyone who wants it
When she cries I spread her legs
And expect me to tell a thousand stories that nobody cares about
Where the hell is my star?
That shakes the ashes that still burn me
He orders them and spits them in his fist
And expect me to tell a thousand stories that nobody cares about
I ask my senses, one by one
If you remember the color of those flowers
That enveloped the poets
If they were withered
I need you to show up.
Let them water her with their weeping
To open life and legs
Where Are you hiding, you bastard?
where the hell is my star?
Turn light to anyone who wants it
When she cries I spread her legs
And expect me to tell a thousand stories that nobody cares about
Where the hell is my star?
That shakes the ashes that still burn me
He orders them and spits them in his fist
And expect me to tell a thousand stories that nobody cares about