Sui Generis — Confesiones De Invierno song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Confesiones De Invierno" by Sui Generis.

Lyrics

Me echÃ³ de su cuarto gritÃ¡ndome
No tienes profesiÃ³n
Tuve que enfrentarme a mi condiciÃ³n
En invierno no hay sol
Y aunque digan que va a ser muy fÃ¡cil
Es muy duro poder mejorar
Hace frÃo y me falta un abrigo
Y me pesa el hambre de esperar
Â¿QuiÃ(c)n me darÃ¡ algo para fumar
O casa en que vivir?
SÃ© que entre las calles debÃ(c)s estar
Pero no sÃ© partir
Y la radio nos confunde a todos
Sin dinero la pasarÃ© mal
Si se comen mi carne los lobos
No podrÃ© robarles la mitad
Dios es empleado en un mostrador
Da para recibir
Â¿QuiÃ(c)n me darÃ¡ un crÃ(c)dito, mi SeÃ±or?
SÃ³lo sÃ© sonreÃr
Y tal vez esperÃ© demasiado
Quisiera que estuvieras aquÃ
CerrarÃ¡n las puertas de este infierno
Y es posible que me quiera ir ConseguÃ licor y me emborrachÃ© En el baÃ±o de un bar
Fui a dar a la calle de un puntapiÃ© Y me sentÃ muy mal
Y si bien yo nunca habÃa bebido
En la cÃ¡rcel tuve que acabar
La fianza la pagÃ³ un amigo
Las heridas son del oficial
Hace cuatro aÃ±os que estoy aquÃ
Y no quiero salir
Ya no paso frÃo y soy feliz
Mi cuarto da al jardÃn
Y aunque a veces me acuerdo de ella
DibujÃ© su cara en la pared
Solamente muero los domingos
Y los lunes ya me siento bien

Lyrics translation

He threw me out of his room yelling at me
You have no profession
I had to face my condition
In winter there is no sun
And even if they say it will be very easy
It's very hard to be able to improve
It makes frÃo and I'm missing a coat
And I'm hungry to wait
Who will give me something to smoke
Or house to live in?
I know that between the streets there should be
But I don't know.
And the radio confuses us all
No money I'll have a hard time
If the wolves eat my flesh
I can't steal half of them.
God is employed at a counter
Give to receive
Who will give me a credit, My Lord?
Just smile
And maybe I waited too long
I wish you were here
They will close the gates of this hell
And I might want to go get some liquor and get drunk in the bathroom of a bar
I went to hit the street with a kick and I felt really bad
And while I had never drunk
In the chamber I had to finish
The bail was paid by a friend
The wounds are from the officer.
I've been here four years.
And I don't want to go out
I don't pass frÃo anymore and I'm happy
My room overlooks the garden
And although sometimes I remember her
I drew his face on the wall
I only die on Sundays
And on Mondays I feel good