Quique Gonzalez — 39 Grados song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "39 Grados" by Quique Gonzalez.
Lyrics
No importa lo lejos que vayas
no importa de donde vengas
encontrarás para cuando vuelvas
buzones llenos de propaganda
No vayas a esperar la marea
en una habitación sin sombras
Otro verano de periódicos flacos
y asesinatos en cadena
Tipos que saltan al telediario
cansados de ser reservas
La luna se derrama los sábados
como la espuma de cerveza
Y la ciudad de agosto es un kiosco cerrado
un cementerio de coches abandonados
No hay nadie que se atreva a salir
Es hora de sacar el orgullo de barrio
pero la calle hierve a 39 grados
No hay nadie que se atreva a salir
No importa lo lejos que vayas
no importa que no te despidas
una lolita escapóde casa
no tienen ninguna pista
hay gente que no deja ni rastro
para perderse de vista
Lyrics translation
No matter how far you go
no matter where you come from
you'll find it by the time you get back
mailboxes full of propaganda
Don't wait for the tide
in a room without shadows
Another summer of skinny newspapers
and chain murders
Guys who jump into the newsroom
tired of being reserves
The moon spills on Saturdays
like beer foam
And the city of August is a closed kiosk
a cemetery of abandoned cars
There is no one who dares to go out
It's time to take pride out of the neighborhood
but the street boils at 39 degrees
There is no one who dares to go out
No matter how far you go
it doesn't matter that you don't say goodbye
a lolita escaped home
they don't have a clue.
there are people who leave no trace
to get out of sight