Extremoduro — Todos Me Dicen song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Todos Me Dicen" by Extremoduro.
Lyrics
«Me contó la mañana que estaba loco por ti
Que mi vida ya no me importaba;
Mediodía me tranquilizó y me dijo que ya te vería
Me sacó un poco de mi locura, me apegó un rato más a la vida
Todos me dicen
La tarde no me dijo nada
Ni siquiera me miró a la cara
La noche me meció y susurrando me dijo:
(todos me dicen pero yo sigo sin estar a tu lado)
Tranquilo, mañana te cegará el sol
Todos me dicen"
Pergeño una historia de amor sólo por descerrajar
Yo sólito el corazón ¡chaval! es angustia existencial
No sé si atracar un banco o irme a desintoxicar
¿Para qué quiero el dinero? si todo me sienta mal
Recuerdo un tiempo en que cazar:
No era malo era necesidad
¡Niño saca ya la recortá!
Que quedan muchos malos por matar
Tú te crees que yo me invento
De qué color es el viento
Me lo encuentro por la calle
Y siempre paro a hablar con él
Y hace tiempo que no miento
Y no pienso volverme atrás
Si no puedo equivocarme: ponme riendas y un bozal
Rutina empieza a molestar
Algún muro habrá que derribar
Locura ya ha vuelto a por mí
Yo la doy la mano y a morir, a morir
Lyrics translation
"He told me this morning that he was crazy about you
That my life didn't matter anymore;
Noon reassured me and told me that I would see you already
It took me a little out of my madness, it attached me a little more to life
Everyone tells me
The afternoon didn't tell me anything
He didn't even look me in the face.
The night rocked me and whispering told me:
(everyone tells me but I'm still not by Your Side)
Don't worry, tomorrow you'll be blinded by the sun
Everyone tells me"
I Parchment a love story just to unravel
I only have the heart, kid! it's existential distress.
I don't know whether to rob a bank or go detox.
What do I want the money for? if everything feels bad
I remember a time when hunting:
It wasn't bad it was need
Boy, cut it out!
There's a lot of bad guys left to kill.
You think I made it up.
What color is the wind
I meet him on the street
And I always stop talking to him
And I haven't lied in a while
And I'm not going back
If I can't be wrong: put me reins and a muzzle
Routine starts to bother
Some wall will have to be torn down
Madness has already come back for me
I shake her hand and die, die