Joaquin Sabina — Ponme Un Trago Mas song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ponme Un Trago Mas" by Joaquin Sabina.
Lyrics
Se llev mi sed,
mis besos, mi pan,
mi violencia, mi pasin
ahora donde ir con un alacra
el lugar de corazn
La perd por K.O.
con el campen
desapareci del ring,
«no me busques, ciao»,
escrito dej
en el espejo con carmn.
Y los perros del mercado
ladraron al escuchar.
La balada del abandonado
con un saxofn desafinado,
la cancin que cantan
de bar en bar
los que beben para olvidar.
«Ponme un trago ms»
«Lo siento, seor,
pero cerramos a las tres».
їEran Cutty Sark?
dos mil, por favor,
le invatamos al caf.
«Ya le he dicho que
su chica no est,
vino pero se march
їqu se yo con quien?
pagaron y en paz,
no me llamo Sherlock Holmes».
Y los gatos del mercado
maullaron al escuchar.
La balada del abandonado
con un guitarrn desafinado,
la cancin que cantan
de bar en bar
los que beben para olvidar.
El radiocassette
de un taxi escupi
un viejo blues de B. B. King
sobre un tipo que
por celos mat,
beibi, en Menphis (Tennesse).
Y las ratas del mercado
saltaron al escuchar.
La balada del abandonado
con un corazn desafinado,
la cancin que cantan
de bar en bar
los que beben para olvidar.
Lyrics translation
It takes away my thirst,
my kisses, my bread,
my Violence, my pasin
now where to go with a alacra
the place of corazn
I'm losing it to knockout.
with the campen
I disappeared from the ring,
"don't look for me, ciao»,
written dej
in the mirror with carmn.
And the market dogs
they barked when they heard.
The Ballad of the abandoned
with a tuned saxofn,
the song they sing
from bar to bar
the ones who drink to forget.
"Give me a drink ms»
"I'm sorry, sir,
but we closed at three."
are you Cutty Sark?
two thousand, please. ,
we taught the caf.
"I've already told you that
your girl is not,
came but it was march
who do I know with?
paid and in peace,
My Name is not Sherlock Holmes."
And the market Cats
they meeered when they listened.
The Ballad of the abandoned
with a guitar out of tune,
the song they sing
from bar to bar
the ones who drink to forget.
The radiocassette
from a taxi spit
an old B. B. King blues
about a guy who
for jealousy mat,
beibi, in Memphis, Tennessee.
And the market rats
they jumped when they heard.
The Ballad of the abandoned
with a heart out of tune,
the song they sing
from bar to bar
the ones who drink to forget.