El Arrebato — Dice La Gente song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Dice La Gente" by El Arrebato.
Lyrics
Dice la gente que
Yo soy flamenco
Que el pelo me
Brilla distinto
Que me enamore
De la luna y que
Cada noche me
Cuelgo en sus hilos
Dice la gente que
Soy un rockero
Pario por una gitana
Que me bautizaron
Los beatles en la
Orilla que da pa Triana
Dice la gente
La gente dice
Lo que le sale de
Las narices
Pero tu niña no
Le hagas caso
Y quedate
Con lo que te canto
Que cantando te
Lo cuento
Yo le canto
A tu carita
Para mi la
Mas bonita, y
Le cato a
Los colores
Que dibuja
El horizonte
Yo le canto a
Andalucia
Propietaria de
Mi alma
Y rebusco la
Alegria por
Los escombros
Del drama
Para buscarme
La vida, para
Hacerme mi camino
Me sobra con
Mi guitarra, no
Necesito cuchillo
Oooooo
No necesito cuchillo
Dice la gente que
Fui marinero
Que tengo
Amistad con el viento
Que cada tarde
Me cuenta sus cosas
Que son las cosas
Qu yo canto luego
Dice la gente
La gente dice
Lo que le sale
De las narices
Yo le canto a
Tu carita
Para mi la
Mas bonita
Y le canto a
Los colores
Que dibuja
El horizonte
Yo le canto a
Andalucia
Propietaria de
Mi alma
Y rebusco
La alegria
Por los
Escombros
Del drama
Para buscarme
La vida, para
Hacerme mi camino
Me sobra con
Mi guitarra, no
Necesito cuchillo
Oooooo
No necesito cuchillo
Dice la gente
La gente dice
Lo que le sale de
Las narices
Pero tu niña no
Le hagas caso
Y quedate
Con lo que te canto
Que cantando te
Lo cuento
Yo le canto
A tu carita
Para mi la
Mas bonita, y
Le cato a
Los colores
Que dibuja
El horizonte
Yo le canto a
Andalucia
Propietaria de
Mi alma
Y rebusco la
Alegria por
Los escombros
Del drama
Para buscarme
La vida, para
Hacerme mi camino
Me sobra con
Mi guitarra, no
Necesito cuchillo
Oooooo
No necesito cuchillo
Lyrics translation
People say that
I am flamenco
My hair is very
Shine different
May I fall in love
Of the moon and that
Every night I
I hang on her threads
People say that
I'm a rocker.
Pariah for a gypsy
Who baptized me
The beatles in the
Orilla that da PA Triana
People say
People say
What comes out of
Nose
But your child doesn't
Listen to him.
And stay
With what I sing to you
That singing You
Story
I sing to him
To your darling
For me the
More beautiful, and
Le cato a
Color
Drawing
Horizon
I sing to
Andalucia
Owner of
My soul
And I dig through the
Joy for
Wreckage
Of the drama
To find me
Life, for
Make my way
I have plenty with
My guitar, no
I need a knife.
Oooooo
I don't need a knife.
People say that
I was a sailor.
That I have
Friendship with the wind
That every afternoon
He tells me his stuff.
What are things
That I sing later
People say
People say
What comes out
From the nose
I sing to
Your carita
For me the
But beautiful
And I sing to
Color
Drawing
Horizon
I sing to
Andalucia
Owner of
My soul
And rummage
Joy
For the
Wreckage
Of the drama
To find me
Life, for
Make my way
I have plenty with
My guitar, no
I need a knife.
Oooooo
I don't need a knife.
People say
People say
What comes out of
Nose
But your child doesn't
Listen to him.
And stay
With what I sing to you
That singing You
Story
I sing to him
To your darling
For me the
More beautiful, and
Le cato a
Color
Drawing
Horizon
I sing to
Andalucia
Owner of
My soul
And I dig through the
Joy for
Wreckage
Of the drama
To find me
Life, for
Make my way
I have plenty with
My guitar, no
I need a knife.
Oooooo
I don't need a knife.