Fito Paez — Milagros y Heridas song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Milagros y Heridas" by Fito Paez.
Lyrics
Fueron muchos días de locura total,
nadie podía ya pensar en nada.
Metanfetaminas, vodka, MDA,
Breaking Bad era un cuentito de hadas.
Salimos a la ruta Paulinho y yo,
él manejaba y yo le hacía la gamba.
A 180 por la ruta, ciegos de alcohol,
los dos callados sin decirnos una puta palabra.
Viajando, viajando.
Él pasó sus noches en garitos de tango,
yo perdiéndome en las noches de Lapa.
Nos metieron presos en Distrito Federal,
nos amaron muchas chicas hermosas en Managua.
Cambiamos de auto llegando a Bogotá,
en las montañas los FARC no nos dejaron nada.
Acabamos desnudos en la ciudad de las flores,
en Medellín no se duerme ni tampoco se come.
Viajando, viajando.
Pasó que Paulinho flotó a 4000 metros,
fumando solo sobre el Titicaca,
pasó que yo nunca llegué al hotel,
en Sinaloa me escapé entre mil balas de plata.
Entonces conocimos una bruja tarot
que nos predijo que habría un asesino
que iba a matarnos en Brasil, en Natal,
una noche, muy chiflados de vino.
Por suerte no le hicimos caso,
llegamos a Río, a lo de Liminha,
estamos viviendo en la mejor situación,
haciendo un álbum de milagros y heridas.
Viajando, viajando.
Viajando, viajando.
Lyrics translation
It was many days of total madness,
no one could think of anything anymore.
Methamphetamines, vodka, yeah,
Breaking Bad was a fairy tale.
We left for the Paulinho route and me,
he drove and I made him shrimp.
180 down the road, alcohol blind,
the two of you shut up without a fucking word.
Traveling, traveling.
He spent his nights in Tango garitos,
me getting lost on Lapa nights.
They put us in jail in federal district.,
we were loved by many beautiful girls in Managua.
We changed cars arriving in Bogota,
in the mountains the FARC left us nothing.
We ended up naked in the city of flowers,
in Medellin, you don't sleep or eat.
Traveling, traveling.
It happened that Paulinho floated to 4000 meters,
smoking alone on Titicaca,
it happened that I never got to the hotel,
in Sinaloa I escaped among a thousand silver bullets.
Then we met a tarot witch
who predicted that there would be a murderer
that he was going to kill us in Brazil, in Natal,
one night, very Wine Freaks.
Luckily we didn't listen to him.,
we arrived in Rio, at Liminha,
we are living in the best situation,
making an album of miracles and wounds.
Traveling, traveling.
Traveling, traveling.