Estopa — Jugar Al Despiste song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Jugar Al Despiste" by Estopa.
Lyrics
Escribi una movida tan normal como tu como yo y como es conte la historia de mi vida en verso abc
que a veces me convieeene
soñe que la vida es una peli de buñuel
que nunca acaba bien
que siempre me pone a cien
que no te tengo delanteee
y eres lo mas importanteee
mi mente en la lavadora
mis palabras son las manchas
mi boca es una pistola
se dispara si te marchas
pero no cuentes las horas
que yo he pasado contigo
yo no cuento ni una sola…
Se me han pasado dormidooo
cuando mi alma se enamoraaa
entre ronquido y ronquido
despues de comerme el tarro
deje de escribir
que cosas mas raras pienso… pense
te busque en el garito que siempre sueles ir pero no te encontre
aunque no perdi la fe
y hoy… te escribo en un papel
no tengo internet
o pinto en la pared
la pared para quien la pinte
o un disco de jazz para jugar al despiste
que no te tengo delanteee
y eres lo mas importanteee
mi mente en la lavadora
mis palabras son las manchas
mi boca es una pistola
se dispara si te marchas
pero no cuentes las horas
que yo he pasado contigo
yo no cuento ni una sola…
Se me han pasado dormidooo
cuando mi alma se enamoraaa
entre ronquido y ronquido
mi mente en la lavadora
mis palabras son las manchas
mi boca es una pistola
se dispara si te marchas
pero no cuentes las horas
que yo he pasado contigo
yo no cuento ni una sola…
Se me han pasado dormidooo
despues de comerme el tarro
deje de escribir…
(Gracias a Manu por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
I wrote a move as normal as you and me and as it is tell the story of my life in verse abc
that sometimes convieeene me
dream that life is a bun movie
that never ends well
that always makes me a hundred
I don't have an apron.
and you're the most important
my mind in the washing machine
my words are the stains
my mouth is a gun
it fires if you leave
but don't count the hours
that I've been through with you
I don't count a single one…
I've fallen asleep
when my soul falls in love
between snoring and snoring
after eating my jar
stop typing
what strange things I think ... I thought
I looked for you in the little office that you always go but I did not find you
although I did not lose faith
and today ... I'm writing you on paper
I don't have internet
or paint on the wall
the wall for the one who paints it
or a jazz record to play the blindside
I don't have an apron.
and you're the most important
my mind in the washing machine
my words are the stains
my mouth is a gun
it fires if you leave
but don't count the hours
that I've been through with you
I don't count a single one…
I've fallen asleep
when my soul falls in love
between snoring and snoring
my mind in the washing machine
my words are the stains
my mouth is a gun
it fires if you leave
but don't count the hours
that I've been through with you
I don't count a single one…
I've fallen asleep
after eating my jar
stop typing…
(Thanks to Manu for this letter)