El Barrio — Carta a los Poetas song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Carta a los Poetas" by El Barrio.
Lyrics
Lerele lelelele lele
Lelele lele carta a los poetas
Mi vida tras una pluma
Y tras mi pluma
Una letra (x2)
Que si no duermo miro al cielo
Que si no sueño me despierto
Hoy me he comprao un camino
Con arenas del desierto
Hoy he vestido la luna
Con las trenzas de tu pelo
Y a través de una aceituna
Yo he desnudao tu cuerpo
Poetas de España
No existió en el mundo mas
Una rima que no domase a una fiera sin domar
Si mi amor hoy no me quiere ya mañana me querrá
Poetas de España ya mañana me querrá
Lerele lelelele lele
Lelele lele carta a los poetas
Mi vida tras una pluma
Y tras mi pluma
Una letra (x2)
Una mujer que vendía flores
Me intento vender una rosa
Mientras yo las despreciaba
Porque son muy venenosas
Sirven pa decir te quiero
Pero el tiempo las destroza
Y un cariño verdadero ni se vende ni se compra
Poetas de España
No existió en el mundo mas
Una rima que no domase a una fiera sin domar
Si mi amor hoy no me quiere ya mañana me querrá
Poetita de España ya mañana me querrá
Lerele lelelele lele
Lelele lele carta a los poetas
Mi vida tras una pluma
Y tras mi pluma
Una letra (x2)…
Lyrics translation
Lele Lele Lele
Lele Lele letter to the poets
My life after a pen
And behind my pen
One letter (x2)
That if I don't sleep I look up at the sky
That if I don't dream I wake up
Today I bought a road
With desert sands
Today I dressed the moon
With the braids in your hair
And through an olive
I've stripped your body
Poets of Spain
It didn't exist in the world anymore
A rhyme that would not tame a beast without taming
If my love today does not love me tomorrow will love me
Poets of Spain and tomorrow will love me
Lele Lele Lele
Lele Lele letter to the poets
My life after a pen
And behind my pen
One letter (x2)
A woman who sold flowers
I'm trying to sell a rose.
While I despised them
Because they're very poisonous
They serve to say I love you
But time destroys them
And a true love is neither sold nor bought
Poets of Spain
It didn't exist in the world anymore
A rhyme that would not tame a beast without taming
If my love today does not love me tomorrow will love me
Poet of Spain and tomorrow will love me
Lele Lele Lele
Lele Lele letter to the poets
My life after a pen
And behind my pen
One letter (x2)…