Hora Zulu — Con un Gesto song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Con un Gesto" by Hora Zulu.
Lyrics
Buscas algo en un papel
Pero este a ti se enfrenta
No te deja sacar versos
Sudaras tinta pero intenta
Solamente por ponerte un dia a intentar
Lloraste tientos
Hoy tendrás que trabajar tu solo
Bartolo asi que aplicate el cuento
Que ya basta de gastar
Todo el crédito que ganaste
Piensa en esto
En un segundo todo puede darse al traste
Con un gesto
Se te van solas las horas
Y ves que no das a basto
Harás tu agosto a su costa
Es lo justo; por supuesto
Eché
En un rato el resto
Me detesté por escrito
Me reproché hasta este gesto
De dejarlo tan bonito
Pensé:
Visto y no visto
Llevo el mundo por montera
Que se enteren se que existo
Mis conflictos para fuera
El reto es no ser concreto
No hay mas secreto en el rito
Pues se trata solamente
De arrancarse un pedacito
De lo que queda marchito
De un corazón incompleto
Hoy se trata de perdeme
Por escrito hasta el respeto
Me supe vender barato
No me quedé con los datos
Ya pagué por esos platos
Factura no necesito
Pero siendo predicado
Y predicador del sujeto
Nunca siento si me miento
Como que me extralimito
Lyrics translation
Looking for something on paper
But this one is facing you.
He won't let you get verses
Sweat ink but try
Just for taking a day to try
You cried groped
Today you will have to work alone
Bartolo so apply the story
That's enough spending
All the credit you earned
Think about this
In a second everything can go to waste
With a gesture
The hours go by yourself
And you see you don't give basto
You'll make your August at his expense
It's Fair; of course
Cast
In a while the rest
I hated myself in writing
I reproached myself even this gesture
To make it so beautiful
Think:
Seen and unseen
I take the world to montera
Let them know I know I exist
My conflicts out
The challenge is not to be concrete
There is no more secret in the rite
Well, it's just
Of ripping off a little bit
Of what is left withered
From an incomplete heart
Today it's about losing me
In writing to respect
I knew how to sell cheap
I didn't keep the data.
I already paid for those dishes.
Bill I don't need
But being preached
And Preacher of the subject
I never feel if I lie to myself
I kind of over-limit myself.