Pereza — Manager song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Manager" by Pereza.
Lyrics
Yo era manager de un grupo de rock
Sin dinero y siempre un poco borracho
Pedía una copa para los dos, nos las bajábamos al baño
Nunca la amé y no supe soportarle un reproche
Nos encontrábamos como sin querer en los garitos por la noche
Era tan tonta y yo tan listo que hacerse rico
No era más que una cuestión de tiempo
Me recitaba cosas de Bécquer, se ponía blanda
Después de un revolcón
Y ese recuerdo que ahora me estremece
Justifica esta canción ¿qué es rock´n roll?
Me preguntaba con las pupilas mazo de abiertas
Mientras clavaba en mi oído su lengua
Anoche pasé por el mismo lugar
Casi me pongo me pongo y me puse a llorar
Yo era manager de un grupo de rock
Faltaba hielo e la fiesta, dicen que fue un camión
Camino de la gasolinera
Tres meses de coma profundo, año y medio rehabilitación
Yo era manager de un grupo de rock
Pero mi vieja pagó el disgusto
Anoche pasé por el mismo lugar
Casi me pongo me pongo y me puse a llorar
¿qué es rock´n roll? me preguntaba
Con las pupilas mazo de abiertas
Mientras clavaba en mi oído su lengua
Anoche pasé por el mismo lugar
Casi me pongo me pongo y me puse a llorar
Yo era manager de un grupo de rock
Yo tenía una rubia de palo
Yo era manager de un grupo de rock
Y de repente ciento volando
Casi me pongo me pongo y me puse a llorar
Lyrics translation
I was the manager of a rock band.
No money and always a little drunk
I'd order a drink for the two of us, we'd take them down to the bathroom.
I never loved her, and I couldn't bear a reproach.
We met as if inadvertently in the garitos at night
She was so dumb and I was so smart to get rich
It was only a matter of time
She recited Becquer things to me, she got soft
After a roll
And that memory that now shakes me
Justify this song What is rock ' n ' roll?
I was wondering with the mallet pupils open
As he stuck his tongue in my ear
I passed the same place last night.
I almost got down I got down and started crying
I was the manager of a rock band.
There was no ice at the party. they say it was a truck.
Road to the gas station
Three months of deep coma, year and a half rehabilitation
I was the manager of a rock band.
But my old lady paid the displeasure
I passed the same place last night.
I almost got down I got down and started crying
what's rock ' n ' roll? I was wondering
With the mallet pupils open
As he stuck his tongue in my ear
I passed the same place last night.
I almost got down I got down and started crying
I was the manager of a rock band.
I had a stick blonde
I was the manager of a rock band.
And suddenly a hundred flying
I almost got down I got down and started crying