Ricardo Arjona — Mojado song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mojado" by Ricardo Arjona.
Lyrics
Empacі un par de camisas, un sombrero,
Su vocaciіn de aventurero, seis consejos, siete fotos, mil recuerdos,
Empacі sus ganas de quedarse,
Su condiciіn de trasformarse en el hombre que so±і y no ha logrado,
Dijo adiіs con una mueca disfrazada de sonrisa,
Y le suplicі a su Dios crucificado en la repisa el resguardo de los suyos,
Y perforі la frontera, como pudo.
Si la luna suave se desliza,
Por cualquier cornisa sin permiso alguno,
Por qu© el mojado precisa,
Comprobar con visas que no es de Neptuno.
El mojado tiene ganas de secarse,
El mojado estЎ mojado por las lЎgrimas que bota la nostalgia,
El mojado, el indocumentado,
Carga el bulto que el legal no cargara, ni obligado,
El suplicio de un papel lo ha convertido en fugitivo,
Y no es de aqu porque su nombre no aparece en los archivos,
Ni es de allЎ porque se fue.
Si la luna suave se desliza,
Por cualquier cornisa sin permiso alguno,
Por qu© el mojado precisa,
Comprobar con visas que no es de Neptuno.
Mojado,
Sabe a mentira tu verdad, sabe a tristeza la ansiedad,
De ver un freeway y so±ar con la vereda que conduce hasta tu casa.
Mojado,
Mojado de tanto llorar sabiendo que algєn lugar,
Te espera un beso haciendo pausa desde el da en que te marchaste.
Si la luna suave se desliza,
Por cualquier cornisa sin permiso alguno,
Por qu© el mojado precisa,
Comprobar con visas que no es de Neptuno.
Si la visa universal se extiende el da en que nacemos y caduca en la muerte,
Por qu© te persiguen mojado,
Si el cіnsul de los cielos,
Ya te dio permiso.
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Lyrics translation
I packed a pair of shirts, a hat,
His vocation as an adventurer, six tips, seven photos, a thousand memories,
I Empaci your desire to stay,
His condition of becoming the man who has not succeeded,
Adiis said with a grimace disguised as a smile,
And I besought his God crucified on the ledge the shelter of his own,
And I pierced the border, as I could.
If the Soft Moon slips,
By any cornice without any permission,
Why the wet need,
Check with visas that it's not Neptune's.
The wet is in the mood to dry,
The wet is wet by the lYgrimas that casts nostalgia,
The wet, the undocumented,
Load the package that the legal did not load, nor obligated,
The torture of a role has made him a fugitive,
And it's not from here because its name doesn't appear in the files,
It's not even allY's because she left.
If the Soft Moon slips,
By any cornice without any permission,
Why the wet need,
Check with visas that it's not Neptune's.
Wet,
It tastes like a lie your truth, it tastes like sadness anxiety,
To see a freeway and so ± ar with the path that leads to your house.
Wet,
Wet from so much crying knowing that somewhere,
There's a kiss waiting for you pausing from the day you left.
If the Soft Moon slips,
By any cornice without any permission,
Why the wet need,
Check with visas that it's not Neptune's.
If the Universal visa extends the da in which we are born and expires in death,
Why they chase you wet,
If the cinsul of heaven,
He already gave you permission.
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