Hombres G — La Carretera song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Carretera" by Hombres G.
Lyrics
Calla, duerme, piensa
Queda mucho por andar
La carretera es tensa
Y llueve sin parar
Curvas, baches, bares
Perros muertos sn collar
Y la msica que t Haz traido para recordar
Aquella nia, que sabe Dios
Donde estar
Me paso la vida
Marcando un nuevo rumbo
De comida, con mi ropa
Oliendo a humo y tu estars
Dormida, en tu cuarto lleno de fotos
Y yo jugando mi partida
Con los pantalones rotos
Intentando que la voz me aguante
Hasta el final, y tocaremos
Sufre mamn
Y ya en el camerino
Bebe agua y relajate
La toalla robada de un hotel
Y los autografos que das
Que no sabes su valr
Tu los das, porqu no darlos?
Y quizieras irte ya, te duele la Espalda, te miras a un espejo
Y ves sudor y whiskey y agua
Y mientras tu Estas en casa, donde el tiempo no pasa
Y no paro de pensar en ti,
Sueo con las calles de Madrid
Los tcnicos recojen
Todo el mundo se ha ido ya Ya no quedan ilusiones
Solo cajas que cargar
Y un camin que espera
Para llevarte a otro lugar
Donde tocaremos
Sufre mamn devuelveme a mi chica
Lyrics translation
Shut up, sleep, think
There's a long way to go.
The road is tense
And it rains endlessly
Curves, potholes, bars
Dead dogs SN collar
And the msica you brought to remember
That girl, who knows God
Where to be
I spend my life
Setting a new course
Of food, with my clothes
Smelling like smoke and you're
Asleep, in your room full of photos
And me playing my game
With broken pants
Trying to get the voice to hold me
To the end, and we'll play
Mom suffers
And already in the dressing room
Drink water and relax
The towel stolen from a hotel
And the autographs you give
That you don't know its worth
You give them, why not give them?
And maybe you should leave now, your back hurts, you look in a mirror
And you see sweat and whiskey and water
And while you're at home, where time doesn't pass
And I keep thinking about you,
Sueo with the streets of Madrid
The technicians pick up
Everyone's gone and there are no illusions.
Only boxes to load
And a path that awaits
To take you somewhere else
Where we'll play
Suffer mamn give me back my girl