XXL — HOMBRE GRIS song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "HOMBRE GRIS" by XXL.
Lyrics
Hoy el hombre gris…
Hoy el hombre gris no volvi?
Hoy he vuelto a re? r como la llevo haciendo a? os como ese hombre gris
que acostumbr? a nunca faltar
Despu? s de dos a? os y medio
no pod? as faltar
Entr? corriendo en el sal? n abr? con fuerza la ventana
y el me salud?
Su voz sonaba dentro de mi Es todo lo que necesito
para poder dormir
Ser feliz
Don que poseo por el viejo
hombre gris
Vive con lo que le dan
Y pide on sus manos
duerme sobre un cart? n Y camina descalzo
busca el pan, la caridad
del hombre que se apiade de el nada puede entristecer
sus viejo rostro gris
Noche a noche sigui?
pasaron casi veinte a? os y nunca me fall?
La dura vida le castig?
sus manos secas y arrugadas
que siempre me mostr?
Aqu? l af? n por sobrevivir
que me ense? o d? a tras d? a hasta que lleg? el fin
Testigo soy junto a m? balc? n que su tesoro bien guardado
est? en su coraz? n Ser feliz
Don que poseo por el viejo
hombre gris
Vive con lo que le dan
Y pide on sus manos
duerme sobre un cart? n Y camina descalzo
busca el pan, la caridad
del hombre que se apiade de el nada puede entristecer
sus viejo rostro gris
Lyrics translation
Today the gray man…
Today the gray man did not return?
Today I'm back to re? r How have I been doing a? os like that Gray Man
what do I get used to? never miss
After? s of two a? one and a half
in the pod? the missing
Come in? running in the Salt? n Apr? tightly the window
and he greets me?
His voice sounded inside me is all I need
to be able to sleep
Be happy
Gift I possess for the old man
grey man
He lives with what they give him
And he asks on his hands
sleeping on a cart? n and walk barefoot
seek bread, charity
from the man who pities him nothing can grieve
his old gray face
Night after night?
they spent almost twenty a? os and I never fall?
Do the hard life punish you?
his dry, wrinkled hands
you always show me?
Here? l af? N to survive
ense me? or d? did he shoot d? a Until I get there? order
Witness I'm next to m? balc? # that your treasure well kept
East? in your heart? # be happy
Gift I possess for the old man
grey man
He lives with what they give him
And he asks on his hands
sleeping on a cart? n and walk barefoot
seek bread, charity
from the man who pities him nothing can grieve
his old gray face