Nacho Vegas — Historia De Un Perdedor song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Historia De Un Perdedor" by Nacho Vegas.
Lyrics
Un buen dia me vi decidido a partir
Dije «padre, ya no voy a volver»
El se abotonó la camisa y me dio, una cruz y un trozo de papel
Yo sali con sus risas detras y se puso a llover
Y corrí y llegue a la ciudad y entre en el primer burdel
Alli conoci a una mala mujer con peluca y un ojo de cristal
«si me quieres tener me tendras que pagar»
Me espetó sin dejar de mascar
Yo dudé… «solo tengo esta cruz»
Y ella dijo «eso bastara»
Y ya no se si lo soñe… o me guiñó el ojo de cristal
Y esta es mi historia señor, yo se que a usted no le interesa
Pero esta es mi historia señor. Me dejó tirado en la acera
Y la gente me llamaba perdedor
Me sacudi el pantalon, me queria emborrachar
Asi que entre en un oscuro local
Con el barman trabe una breve amistad
Lo llamaban «el loco Tomas»
Y bebi, bebi whisky irlandes hasta casi desfallecer…
Y yo que creia saber algo mas, pague con un trozo de papel
Y cuando el loco Tomas lo leyó. cambio de color
Chilló «nadie se burla de mi, no un mamon como tu
No en mi propio hogar, los maricas no gustan aqui»
Eran tres, el loco y otros dos… yo salia mal parado
Me arrancaron el pantalon y despues me empalaron
Y esta es mi historia señor, yo se que a usted no le interesa
Pero esta es mi historia señor. Me dejaron desnudo en la cuneta
Y en el pecho me tatuaron perdedor
No se apure señor, ya he llegado al final
Lo que quiera hacer se lo haré
Pero sepa que ya no soy ese infeliz
De la historia que acaba de oir
Mireme si me quiere tener, me tendra que pagar…
Pero no, no una cruz ni un trozo de papel, sino algo real
Porque esta es mi historia señor, yo se que a usted no le interesa
Pero esta es mi historia señor, esa gente me desprecia alla afuera
Y murmuran por ahi va el perdedor…
La la la la…
No me escupa a la cara Señor
Lyrics translation
One good day I was determined to leave
I said, "Father, I'm not coming back.»
He buttoned his shirt and gave me, a cross and a piece of paper
I went out with his laughter behind and it started to rain
And I ran and got into town and went into the first brothel
There I met a bad woman with a wig and a glass eye
"if you want to have me you'll have to pay me»
He stuck me up and chewed me up.
I doubted ..." I only have this cross»
And she said, " that's enough.»
And I don't know if I dream about it anymore ... or I winked at the glass eye
And this is my story sir, I know you don't care
But this is my story, Sir. He left me lying on the sidewalk.
And people called me a loser
I shook my pants, I wanted to get drunk
So go into a dark place
A short friendship with the bartender
They called him "crazy Tomas»
And I drank, I drank Irish whiskey until I almost fainted…
And I thought I knew something else, I paid with a piece of paper
And when crazy Tomas read it. color change
He screamed " no one makes fun of me, not a jerk like you
Not in my own home, fags don't like it here»
There were three of them, the crazy one and two others ...
They ripped my pants off and then impaled me.
And this is my story sir, I know you don't care
But this is my story, Sir. They left me naked in the gutter.
And on my chest they tattooed me loser
Don't hurry sir, I've already reached the end
Whatever you want to do, I'll do it to you.
But know that I am no longer that unhappy
From the story you just heard
Look at me if he wants to have me, he'll have to pay me…
But no, not a cross or a piece of paper, but something real
Because this is my story sir, I know you don't care
But this is my story sir, those people despise me out there
And they murmur over there goes the loser…
La la la la…
Don't spit in my face, Sir.