Gustavo Cerati — Pic Nic En El 4° B song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pic Nic En El 4° B" by Gustavo Cerati.
Lyrics
Hay una que no puede parar
De hablar de glamour
Y él solo piensa en comer
Su fruta prohibida
Mi majestad se ha perdido
Entre una multitud
Mojando la alfombra
Con sus sueños de divas
Picnic en el 4to B Es una cuestión de voltaje
Picnic en el 4to B Ya me acostumbraste
Golpean la puerta
Por décima vez
Es que falta alguien por venir
Cuando me suba esa cara de gaste
Y me baje el alcohol
Entre el alud podré asomar mi nariz
Y salir a la calle
Picnic en el 4to B Es una cuestión de voltaje
Picnic en el 4to B Ya me acostumbraste
Prefiero vagar sin sentido
A empapelar mi habitación
Creí cambiar aquel sonido
Y aquí estoy
Bailando esta maldita canción
Ay, no…
Esta no es mi noche
Lyrics translation
There's one that can't stop
Talk about glamour
And he only thinks about eating
Your forbidden fruit
My Majesty is lost
Among a crowd
Wetting the carpet
With her divas dreams
Picnic on the 4th B is a matter of voltage
Picnic on 4th B, you got me used to it.
They knock on the door
For the tenth time
Is that someone is missing to come
When I get that face of spate
And lower my alcohol
Between the allude I'll be able to poke out my nose
And go out into the street
Picnic on the 4th B is a matter of voltage
Picnic on 4th B, you got me used to it.
I'd rather wander around meaningless
To wallpaper my room
I thought I'd change that sound.
And here I am
Dancing this damn song
Oh, no.…
This is not my night