Sidonie — Boheme song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Boheme" by Sidonie.
Lyrics
Sentado en la nube m? s alta
Los pies colgando, no puedo creer
Porque pones laureles a Kerouac
Si en el camino te vas a caer
Si tu pap? no te compra ese coche
Te ir? s de casa esta misma noche
Lo piensas mejor
En la calle no hay tele
Y hoy dar? n «Sexo en Nueva York»
En la filmoteca hay un ciclo
De cine expresionista alem? n Te gustar? a estar con Versace
Y no aguantar al puto Fritz Lang
Te cuelgas la cruz
Cuando sales de fiesta
Para sentirte un poco siniestra
Y en el gran chal?
Sin iconos sagrados
Mam? rez?: «Vuelve a las tres»
Quien curar? tu enfermedad
No aguantar? s En la vida bohemia
Alicia atraviesa tu espejo
Te da la mano y no puedes creer
Que con la paga de tu abuela
Compres setas para crecer
…Y para menguar
Aqu? Alicia se aleja
Llamas al camello que se queja
No puedes pagar
Pero t? quieres otra
Deceides que te lo vas a tirar
Lyrics translation
Sitting in the cloud m? s high
Feet hanging, I can't believe
Because you put Kerouac's laurels
If on the way you're going to fall
And you, pap? he doesn't buy you that car.
You go? s from home tonight
You think better
On the street there is no TV
And today give? N " Sex in New York»
In the film library there is a cycle
By whom expressionist alem? don't you like it? to be with Versace
And can't stand Fritz fucking Lang
You hang your cross
When you're out partying
To feel a little sinister
And in the big shawl?
No sacred icons
Mam? rez?: "Come back at three»
Who to cure? your illness
Can't stand it? s in bohemian life
Alicia through your mirror
He shakes your hand and you can't believe
That with your grandmother's pay
Buy mushrooms to grow
... And to wane
Here? Alicia walks away
You call the complaining camel
You can't pay
But t? you want another one.
Pretend you're gonna fuck him.