Celtas Cortos — Madera de colleja song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Madera de colleja" by Celtas Cortos.
Lyrics
¡¡Vamos huevón, que te comen la merienda!
Hay un tío en esta ciudad
Que no sabe que viento le da
En el mundo está por estar
Y no piensa ni quiere opinar
Es el típico sosazo
Al que da pena mirar
No es que es tímido
Es que es bobo
Y todo miedo le da
Si le comen la merienda
No se atreve a protestar
Es tan dócil y tan bueno
Que solo va con mamá
Espabila ya, no seas vegetal
Esta vida es para guarrachar
En tu mano esta y con los demás
Te comes el mundo para merendar!
Hay un tio en esta ciudad
Que no sabe que viento le da
En el mundo está por estar
Y no piensa ni quiere opinar
Cuando estás con otra gente
De ti nunca sale nada
Eres tan seto y mas muermo
Que una encíclica del Papa
A collejas bien te han puesto
Con esa cara pasmao
Si no espabilas un poco
Mas collejas te caerán
Espabila ya, no seas vegetal
Esta vida es para guarrachar
En tu mano esta y con los demás
Te comes el mundo para merendar!
Hay un tio en esta ciudad
Que no sabe que viento le da
En el mundo está por estar
Y no piensa ni quiere opina
Si en la noche va con chicas padece del corazón
Porque piensa que es delito disfrutar en un tú y yo
Es madera de colleja, es la carne de cañón
Que desperdicia su vida encerrao en su habitación
Lyrics translation
¡Come on, asshole, they'll eat your snack!
There's a guy in this town
He doesn't know what wind gives him
In the world is about to be
And he doesn't think or want to give an opinion
It's the typical sosazo
To whom it pains to look
It's not that he's shy
It's just silly.
And all fear gives him
If they eat his snack
He dares not protest
He's so docile and so good
That only goes with mom
Hurry now, don't be a vegetable
This life is for dirty
In your hand this and with the others
You eat the world for snacks!
There's a guy in this town.
He doesn't know what wind gives him
In the world is about to be
And he doesn't think or want to give an opinion
When you're with other people
Nothing ever comes out of you
You're so slimmer and slimmer
That an encyclical of the Pope
They've put you right at collejas
With that amazing face
If you don't hurry up a little
More collejas you will fall
Hurry now, don't be a vegetable
This life is for dirty
In your hand this and with the others
You eat the world for snacks!
There's a guy in this town.
He doesn't know what wind gives him
In the world is about to be
And he doesn't think or want to think.
If at night he goes with girls he suffers from the heart
Because he thinks it's a crime to enjoy in a you and me
It's colleja wood, it's cannon fodder
Who wastes his life locked up in his room