El Haragán y Compañía — Aburrida la Vida song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Aburrida la Vida" by El Haragán y Compañía.
Lyrics
Aburrida la vida, se la pasa en la cocina
Haciendo cuentas para el gasto, Y su esposo en la cantina
no la saca ni a la esquina, a pura risa la vida
se la pasa en la cantina, aventandose unas sercias
malgastando la moraya, y su esposa alla en la casa.
Pegada en el lavadero, te has pasado quince años
quince años de tu vida, mas de cinco
mas de siete, tiene que no vas ni al cine
Neurotica vas a terminar
Neurotica, Neurotica
Neurotica, Neurotica vas a terminar neurotica
Ya le gritas a tus hijos, no controlas tus sentidos
ya no sabes lo que dices.
Los años, los sufrimientos
los problemas, los lamentos
terminaron con tu rostro, con tus quince primaveras
Y pensar que fue una noche, una noche sabatina
Y que te fuiste pa' la esquina, fue el calor de unos alcoholes
que se prolongo la charla.
No habian anti-conceptivos, no inventaban los condones
te deshabrocho el vestido.
Y ya vez, de aquello no queda nada
y ya vez, de aquello no queda nada.
Y ya vez, de aquello no queda nada
y ya vez, de aquello no queda nada
casi nada, mas bien nada.
Ella, es una buena mujer El, no le da ni para comer
Ella, es una santa mujer El, no le da ni para comer
Ella, es una buena mujer El, no le da ni para comer
Ella, es una hermosa mujer El, no le da ni para comer
ni para comer, ni para comer
Lyrics translation
Boring life, he spends it in the kitchen
Making accounts for the expense, and her husband in the canteen
he doesn't even take it to the corner.
he spends it in the canteen, venturing out some sercias
wasting the moraya, and his wife was in the House.
Stuck in the laundry room, you've spent fifteen years
fifteen years of your life, more than five
more than seven, you don't even go to the movies
Neurotics you're gonna finish
Neurotic, Neurotic
Neurotic, neurotic you're going to end neurotic
You already yell at your kids, you don't control your senses
you don't know what you're saying anymore.
The years, the sufferings
the problems, the laments
they finished with your face, with your fifteen Springs
And to think it was a night, a Sabbath night
And that you went around the corner, it was the heat of some alcohols
let the talk go on.
There were no anti-conceptions, they didn't invent condoms.
I'll untie your dress.
And now, there's nothing left of that
and now, there's nothing left of that.
And now, there's nothing left of that
and now, there's nothing left of that
almost nothing, more like nothing.
She's a good woman. he doesn't even feed her.
She's a holy woman. he doesn't even feed her.
She's a good woman. he doesn't even feed her.
She's a beautiful woman. he doesn't even feed her.
neither to eat, nor to eat