Ivan Noble — Ella Se Muere song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ella Se Muere" by Ivan Noble.
Lyrics
Ella son balas que pican cerca
Vas por todos sos boleta mal
Miente caricias en tres idiomas
Es mejor no averiguar su edad.
Es la parte de los ángeles que vos no ves
Y te vigila vestiditamente
Y mientras bebe, y vaya si bebe.
Ella se muere (ella se muere)
Se muere de ganas (se muere de ganas)
Ella se muere de ganas
De ir a mi entierro.
Ella se muere (ella se muere)
Se muere de ganas (se muere de ganas)
Ella se muere de ganas
De ir a mi entierro.
De mala gana a su manera
Se enamora de lo que no hay
Quedas idiota Honoris Causa
Si te baila arriba del sofá.
Por un rato en su cintura vos vendés la piel
Y se sonríe lento como un Sheriff
Es un banquete, vaya banquete.
Ella se muere (ella se muere)
Se muere de ganas (se muere de ganas)
Ella se muere de ganas
De ir a mi entierro.
Ella se muere (ella se muere)
Se muere de ganas (se muere de ganas)
Ella se muere de ganas
De ir a mi entierro.
(Ya te puedo ver, ya te puedo ver en mi entierro
Con tus amigas, con tu prima, la más trola
Todas reunidas mirando como mi cajón baja y baja y baja
Y mira que deje la vida por vos eh, hice todo por tenerte
Me hice el gracioso me hice el perdedor,
Me hice el ganador, me hice el payaso,
Me hice el triste, me hice el indiferente y nada sirvió,
Dale dale, anda, anda al cementerio con tu papito
Con ese auto blanco grasa que tiene y esa camioneta que da lástima
Anda con tus amiguitos, anda con tu prima,
Anda con tu tía, con esa loca
Anda brinda, con sandwichitos de miga y gaseosa
Gaseosa light, porque estas un poco gorda).
Lyrics translation
She's got bullets that sting close by.
You're all bad ballots.
Lie caresses in three languages
It's better not to find out his age.
It's the part of Los Angeles you don't see
And he watches over you dressed
And while he's drinking, and he's drinking.
She dies (she dies)
You're dying to (you're dying to)
She's dying for it.
To go to my funeral.
She dies (she dies)
You're dying to (you're dying to)
She's dying for it.
To go to my funeral.
Reluctantly in his own way
He falls in love with what is not
You idiot Honoris Causa
If she dances on the couch.
For a while at his waist you sell the skin
And he smiles slow like a Sheriff
It's a feast, what a feast.
She dies (she dies)
You're dying to (you're dying to)
She's dying for it.
To go to my funeral.
She dies (she dies)
You're dying to (you're dying to)
She's dying for it.
To go to my funeral.
(I can see you, I can see you at my funeral
With your friends, with your cousin, the Tramp
All gathered together looking like my drawer low and low and low
And look at me giving up my life for you uh, I did everything to have you
I played funny. I played loser.,
I became the winner, I became the clown,
I played sad, I played indifferent and nothing worked,
Go on, Go On, go to the cemetery with your daddy.
With that fat white car he's got and that pitiful van
Go with your little friends, go with your cousin,
Go with your aunt, with that crazy girl
Here's a toast, with crumb sandwiches and soda.
Light soda, because you're a little fat).