Melendi — Gangs Of London song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Gangs Of London" by Melendi.
Lyrics
Letra de «Gangs Of London»
No pienses que esta vida tiene que contar contigo
Que sabe girar sola no necesita de ombligos
Le agarras por el cuello solo para sentirte vivo
Pero los dias pasan sin acuse de recibo
Los dias solo son la suela de mi vida
Se busca zapatera para hacer tapa a medida
Pensandolo mejor, pa´ calentar mi cama
Pa´ ser gangster en Londres el amor no me hace falta
Para poner color a los dias de niebla
Para ser yo tu chulo y tu mi puta cenicienta
No pienses que es tan facil poder acabar conmigo
Tengo el alma invisible y un 38 escondido
Dejare de besarte y asi me alejare de un vicio
Dejo de estar siempre al borde de un puto precipicio
Los dias solo son la suela de mi vida
Se busca zapatera para hacer tapa a medida
Pensandolo mejor, pa´ calentar mi cama
Pa´ ser gangster en Londres el amor no me hace falta
Para poner color a los dias de niebla
Para ser yo tu chulo y tu mi puta cenicienta
Pensandolo mejor, pa´ calentar mi cama
Pa´ ser gangster en Londres el amor no me hace falta
Para poner color a los dias de niebla
Para ser yo tu chulo y tu mi puta cenicienta
No quiero ser la vida que palpita en la esquina
Pasando frio, viviendo a base de medicinas
De esas que no se venden en ninguna farmacia
De aquellos 4 kilos que robamos a la mafia
No quiero ser la vida que palpita en la esquina
Pasando frio, viviendo a base de medicinas
De esas que no se venden en ninguna farmacia
De aquellos 4 kilos que robamos a la mafia
Lyrics translation
Lyrics for "Gangs Of London»
Don't think this life has to count on you
Who knows how to spin alone does not need navel
You grab him by the neck just to feel alive
But the days go by without acknowledgement of receipt
Days are just the sole of my life
We are looking for shoe rack to make custom cover
On Second Thought, pa warm my bed
Pa be a gangster in London love I don't need
To add color to foggy days
To be me your pimp and you my fucking Cinderella
Don't think it's so easy to finish me off
I have the invisible soul and a hidden 38
I'll stop kissing you and get away from a vice
I stop being on the edge of a fucking cliff all the time
Days are just the sole of my life
We are looking for shoe rack to make custom cover
On Second Thought, pa warm my bed
Pa be a gangster in London love I don't need
To add color to foggy days
To be me your pimp and you my fucking Cinderella
On Second Thought, pa warm my bed
Pa be a gangster in London love I don't need
To add color to foggy days
To be me your pimp and you my fucking Cinderella
I don't want to be the life that beats in the corner
Going cold, living on medicines
Those that are not sold in any pharmacy
Of those 4 kilos we stole from the mafia
I don't want to be the life that beats in the corner
Going cold, living on medicines
Those that are not sold in any pharmacy
Of those 4 kilos we stole from the mafia