Los Delinquentes — Tartarichi (Con Las Manos En Los Bolsillos) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Tartarichi (Con Las Manos En Los Bolsillos)" by Los Delinquentes.
Lyrics
Tartarichi tartari si tu me quieres
Tartarichi tarari
Mira, mira niña rica que yo te daba a ti en el ombligo
Si no fuera yo un mosquito, prima, me casaba contigo
Pero son, son, son tus dimensiones corazón
Las que no cuadran con mis tobillos
Me dicen, dicen que no me quieres
Y me convierto yo en un muro sordo
Pero cuando te camelo, prima
Ay debajito que de mi toldo
Y búscame primita en los escombros
Arrasca y búscame
Tartarichi tartari
No te alejes de mi
Tartarichi tartari
Que tu me quieres
Tartarichi tartari
No te alejes de mi
Tartarichi tartari
Tus ojos verdes
Mira, mira niña rica
Cuando la salsa a ti te salpica
Te compras unas bragas nuevas
Y de paso tu te compras una camisa
Si te sobran trece mil pesetas
Monta una caseta, la reina de la feria
Si me dices, dices que no me quieres
Y en Los Claveles me dicen que no convienes
No quiero caerme en tu agujero
Por eso no me explico por qué te camelo
Y búscame primita en los escombros
Arrasca y búscame
Tartarichi tartari
No te alejes de mi
Tartarichi tartari
Que tu me quieres
Tartarichi tartari
No te alejes de mi
Tartarichi tartari
Tus ojos verdes
Lyrics translation
Tartarichi tartari if you love me
Tartaric acid
Look, look rich girl that I gave you in the navel
If I wasn't a mosquito, cousin, I'd marry you.
But they are, they are, they are your heart dimensions
The ones that don't fit my ankles
They say, they say you don't love me
And I become a deaf wall
But when I camel you, cousin
Ay debajito that of my awning
And find me primito in the rubble
Crush and find me
Tartaric acid
Don't get away from me.
Tartaric acid
That you love me
Tartaric acid
Don't get away from me.
Tartaric acid
Your green eyes
Look, look rich girl
When the sauce splashes on you
Buy yourself some new panties
And by the way you buy yourself a shirt
If you have thirteen thousand pesetas left
Set up a booth, the Queen of the fair
If you tell me, you say you don't love me
And the carnations tell me you're not suitable
I don't want to fall into your hole
That's why I can't explain why I camel you
And find me primito in the rubble
Crush and find me
Tartaric acid
Don't get away from me.
Tartaric acid
That you love me
Tartaric acid
Don't get away from me.
Tartaric acid
Your green eyes