Barón Rojo — Cara de Niña song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Cara de Niña" by Barón Rojo.
Lyrics
ELLA ES GUITARRA DE UNA BANDA DE ROCK
UN SER SALVAJE EN EL ESCENARIO
SU PELO RUBIO, SU FORMA DE ANDAR
HACEN QUE SUBA LA FIEBRE EN MI INTERIOR
MORBOSA MANERA DE ANDAR
MORBOSA MANERA DE ANDAR
EN SUS CONCIERTOS EL PRIMERO ESTOY
COMO UN IDIOTA HECHIZADO POR ELLA
GUARDO UNA PÚA QUE ME REGALÓ
COMO UN TESORO EN LA CARTERA JUNTO AL CORAZÓN
ME PONES EN CELO, MUJER
ME PONES EN CELO, MUJER
CONSIGUES DE MI TENERME A TUS PIES
MIENTRAS TUS MATONES GOLPEAN MIS HUESOS
NO ME RINDO, MUJER, NO ME RINDO
NO ME RINDO, MUJER, NO ME RINDO
NO ME RINDO, MUJER, NO ME RINDO
NO ME RINDO, MUJER
EN LA SALIDA TRASERA ESPERÉ
QUE ABANDONASE SU BANDA EL LOCAL
ME CUELO DENTRO NERVIOSO Y VELOZ
QUÉ VEN MIS OJOS, ESTÁS EN LA DUCHA «SIN NÁ»
Y NO ME LO PUEDO CREER
ME FROTO LOS OJOS AL VER
QUE AQUELLA MUÑECA CON LA QUE SOÑÉ
EN VEZ DE MANOLI SE LLAMA MANUEL
VAYA CORTE, MANUEL, VAYA CORTE
VAYA CORTE, JODER, VAYA CORTE
VAYA CORTE, MANUEL, VAYA CORTE
VAYA CORTE, MANUEL
QUE AQUELLA MUÑECA CON LA QUE SOÑÉ
YA NO ES MANOLI SE LLAMA MANUEL
VAYA CORTE, MANUEL, VAYA CORTE
VAYA CORTE, JODER, VAYA CORTE
VAYA CORTE, MANUEL, VAYA CORTE
VAYA CORTE, JODER
Lyrics translation
SHE'S THE GUITAR OF A ROCK BAND
A WILD BEING ON STAGE
HER BLOND HAIR, HER WAY OF WALKING
THEY MAKE THE FEVER RISE INSIDE ME
MORBID WAY OF WALKING
MORBID WAY OF WALKING
AT HIS CONCERTS THE FIRST I'M
LIKE AN IDIOT BEWITCHED BY HER
I KEEP A SPIKE HE GAVE ME.
LIKE A TREASURE IN THE WALLET NEXT TO THE HEART
YOU MAKE ME HOT, WOMAN.
YOU MAKE ME HOT, WOMAN.
YOU GET ME AT YOUR FEET
WHILE YOUR THUGS BEAT MY BONES
I DON'T GIVE UP, WOMAN, I DON'T GIVE UP
I DON'T GIVE UP, WOMAN, I DON'T GIVE UP
I DON'T GIVE UP, WOMAN, I DON'T GIVE UP
I'M NOT GIVING UP, WOMAN.
AT THE BACK EXIT I WAITED
TO ABANDON HIS BAND THE LOCAL
I SNEAK IN NERVOUS AND FAST
WHAT DO MY EYES SEE, YOU'RE IN THE SHOWER " NO NA»
AND I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.
I RUB MY EYES WHEN I SEE
THAT DOLL I DREAMED OF
INSTEAD OF MANOLI, HIS NAME IS MANUEL.
WHAT A CUT, MANUEL, WHAT A CUT
WHAT A CUT, FUCK, WHAT A CUT
WHAT A CUT, MANUEL, WHAT A CUT
WHAT A CUT, MANUEL.
THAT DOLL I DREAMED OF
HE'S NOT MANOLI ANYMORE. HIS NAME IS MANUEL.
WHAT A CUT, MANUEL, WHAT A CUT
WHAT A CUT, FUCK, WHAT A CUT
WHAT A CUT, MANUEL, WHAT A CUT
WHAT A FUCKING CUT.