Pampa Yakuza — Buena Suerte song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Buena Suerte" by Pampa Yakuza.
Lyrics
Abro el ropero y miro el desierto
Dos perchas y un buzo que nunca te vi
De la heladera colgando me esperan
Facturas vencidas y un trozo de ti
Que volviste con tus viejos, que ya no te hago feliz
Te disculpo a veces me pasa también quiero huir…
Buena suerte!, no pienso llamarte
Mi orgullo es tan grande quizás, como lo es tu rencor
Nuevamente, coronas y a emborracharme
Porque un amor se termina enterrando con un nuevo amor
Por la ducha no anduviste, dejaste secando tu ropa interior
Souvenir de aquel domingo donde había inspiración
Cuando nunca me supuse que en tu vida iba a sobrar
De tus faltas le hablé a un extraño recostado en un diván
Buena suerte!, no pienso llamarte
Mi orgullo es tan grande quizás, como lo es tu rencor
Nuevamente, coronas y a emborracharme
Por que un amor se termina enterrando con un nuevo amor
A barrer toda la playa
Las cartas, los osos, las broncas y el a dónde vas?
Simulacro de esperanza retrata esta cara!
Buena suerte!, no pienso llamarte
Mi orgullo es tan grande quizás, como lo es tu rencor
Nuevamente, coronas y a emborracharme
Por que un amor se termina enterrando con un nuevo amor
Lyrics translation
I open the closet and look at the desert
Two hangers and a diver I never saw you
From the fridge hanging waiting for me
Overdue bills and a piece of you
That you're back with your old people, that I don't make you happy anymore
I apologize sometimes it happens I also want to run away…
Good luck! I'm not gonna call you.
My pride is as great perhaps, as your grudge is
Again, crowns and get drunk
Because a love ends up burying with a new love
In the shower you did not walk, you left drying your underwear
Souvenir of that Sunday where there was inspiration
When I never imagined that in your life I would be left over
I spoke of your faults to a stranger lying on a couch
Good luck! I'm not gonna call you.
My pride is as great perhaps, as your grudge is
Again, crowns and get drunk
Because a love ends up burying with a new love
To sweep the whole beach
The cards, the bears, the bronzes and Where Are you going?
Simulacrum of hope portrays this face!
Good luck! I'm not gonna call you.
My pride is as great perhaps, as your grudge is
Again, crowns and get drunk
Because a love ends up burying with a new love