Ana Torroja — No Me Canso song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "No Me Canso" by Ana Torroja.
Lyrics
Estoy desnuda al amanecer
En este ultimo piso abuhardillado
No s si ponerme a cien
O darme una tregua en el lavabo
No tengo dinero para el tren
Con destino tus brazos
Necesito aire en el pulmn
Del cielo de tus labios
La ventana ha cedido al sol
Que me aporta calor y algo de pena
No queda nada de alcohol
Quin fuese Cristo en la ultima cena
No s si mandarte una postal
Tatuada de ilusiones
O imaginarme un carnaval
Con aires de tu nombre
Y mi corazn babea a popa
No s dnde esta mi ropa
La habr perdido junto al miedo
No me canso de quitarme el sombrero
Cuando llueve por mojarme las canciones
Y no me dar cuenta en esta puta vida
Que lo que yo quiero es llenarte tus rincones
Y no me canso de mirarte a la cara
No me canso de vivir en escenarios
Y no hay mas adversarios
Que tu y yo de espaldas
Que el amor son tres flores
Que se riegan a diario
No me canso…
Mis pupilas siempre tienen sed
Y son sobre tu espalda enredaderas
Todo lo que quiero ver son las aguas
Que inundan tus maneras
Y todas las lagrimas son sal
Del mar de tus secretos
Y todas las paginas estan
Heridas de tus besos
Y mi corazn babea a popa
No s dnde esta mi ropa
La habr perdido junto al miedo
No me canso de quitarme el sombrero
Cuando llueve por mojarme las canciones
Y no me dar cuenta en esta puta vida
Que lo que yo quiero es llenarte tus rincones
Y no me canso de mirarte a la cara
No me canso de vivir en escenarios
Y no hay mas adversarios
Que tu y yo de espaldas
Que el amor son tres flores
Que se riegan a diario
No me canso…
Lyrics translation
I'm naked at dawn
On this top floor attic
I don't know if I can get a hundred
Or give me a break in the sink
I don't have money for the train.
Destined for your arms
I need air in the lung.
From the sky of your lips
The window has given way to the sun
That brings me warmth and some grief
There's no alcohol left.
Quin be Christ at The Last Supper
I don't know if I can send you a postcard.
Tattooed of illusions
Or imagine a carnival
With airs of your name
And my heart drools aft
I'm not wearing my clothes.
I'll have lost her next to fear
I can't get enough of taking my hat off.
When it rains to wet my songs
And I don't realize it in this fucking life
That what I want is to fill your corners
And I can't get enough of looking you in the face
I don't get tired of living in scenarios
And there are no more adversaries
That you and me back
That love are three flowers
That are watered daily
I don't get tired…
My pupils are always thirsty
And they're on your back creepers
All I want to see are the waters
That flood your ways
And all tears are salt
From the sea of your secrets
And all the pages are
Wounds from your kisses
And my heart drools aft
I'm not wearing my clothes.
I'll have lost her next to fear
I can't get enough of taking my hat off.
When it rains to wet my songs
And I don't realize it in this fucking life
That what I want is to fill your corners
And I can't get enough of looking you in the face
I don't get tired of living in scenarios
And there are no more adversaries
That you and me back
That love are three flowers
That are watered daily
I don't get tired…