Estopa — Por la Raja de Tu Falda song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Por la Raja de Tu Falda" by Estopa.
Lyrics
Era una tarde tonta y caliente
De esas que te quema el sol la frente
Era el verano del 97
Y yo me mora por verte
Mi nica idea era camelarte
Era llevarte a cualquier parte
Yo ese da tocaba en el bar sin nombre
Y all esperaba encontrarte
Me puse un pantaloncito estrecho
La camiseta de los conciertos
Vamos Josele tira «pa'l» coche
Porque esta noche nos la comemos
Y al pasar por tu calle all estabas t Esperando en la parada del autobs
Comindote con gracia aquel chupachup
ЎQu vicio, qu vicio!
No se que me di por la espalda
Cuando v la raja de tu falda
Que un Seat Panda se me cruz
Y se comi el parachoques de mi Ford Escort
Por la raja de tu falda yo Tuve un piazo con un Seat Panda
10:40 post meridiam
Llegamos tarde para no variar
Y el to del garito esta «mosqueao»
Porque an no hay nada «montao»
Y la gente entra que te entra
Y yo enchufa que te enchufa
Mi hermano «prueba que te prueba»
їEsto se escucha o no se escucha?
Entre el calor de la gente, alma del ambiente
Los focos deslumbrantes son muy potentes
El pblico delante muy expectante
ЎCaliente, caliente!
De repente se abri la puerta
Mientras yo coga la guitarra
Y me temblaron las piernas
Al ver de nuevo la raja de tu falda
Por la raja de tu falda yo Romp tres cuerdas de esta guitarra
Y ahora ya a pasado el tiempo
Parece que fuera ayer
Desde que desapareciste del concierto
Yo no te he vuelto a ver
Ya no recuerdo tus ojos
Ni siquiera tu mirada
Tan solo puedo acordarme de la raja de tu falda
Por la raja de tu falda
Yo me he «obsesionao» y voy de barra en barra
Por la raja de tu falda
Yo tuve un piazo con un Seat Panda
Por la raja de tu falda
Yo tuve un siniestro con un Seat Panda
Lyrics translation
It was a silly, hot afternoon.
One of those that Burns The Sun your forehead
It was the summer of ' 97.
And I'm dying to see you
My only idea was camelarte
Was to take you anywhere
I used to play at the nameless bar.
And all I was hoping to find you
I put on a tight little pants
The concert T-shirt
Come on Josele pulls" PA'l " car
Because tonight we eat it
And as you walked down your street all you were waiting at the bus stop
Eat with grace that chupachup
What Vice, what Vice!
I don't know what I went behind my back
When I see the slit in your skirt
That a Panda seat crosses me
And I ate the bumper of my Ford Escort
By the slit of your skirt I had a piazo with a seat Panda
10: 40 post meridiam
We're late not to change
And the to of the garito is " mosqueao»
Because an There is nothing "montao»
And people come in who come in
And I plug that plugs you
My brother "proves that proves you»
is this heard or not heard?
Among the warmth of the people, soul of the environment
The dazzling spotlights are very powerful
The public ahead very expectant
And warm, hot!
Suddenly the door opened
While I take the guitar
And my legs trembled
When you see the slit in your skirt again
By the slit of your skirt I break three strings of this guitar
And now time has passed
Looks like it was yesterday.
Since you disappeared from the concert
I've never seen you again
I don't remember your eyes anymore.
Not even your look
I can only remember the slit in your skirt
By the slit of your skirt
I have "obsesionao" and I go from bar to bar
By the slit of your skirt
I had a spot with a seat Panda
By the slit of your skirt
I had an accident with a seat Panda