Ivan Noble — Al Grano song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Al Grano" by Ivan Noble.
Lyrics
Voy al grano
Aviso y aclaro
Gratis depende
Nunca barato
Soy amigo personal
De los idiotas que he sido
De lo mucho que he boqueado
De lo poco que he mordido
A poco de estrenar
El cuarto piso de mi vida
Me tienen sin cuidado
Las certezas, la barriga
A algunas cacerías
Sigo yendo a curiosear
Pero a los peces chicos
Ahora los devuelvo al mar
Y aquí me siento a ver pasar la parranda
De la vida «a capella»
De la muerte a la marchante
Que pésima memoria tiene la felicidad
Que siempre nos da charla
Y se va sin saludar
Por las dudas aviso y aclaro
Antes ladraba
Pero hoy voy al grano
Antes ladraba
Pero hoy voy al grano
Y hablemos del amor
Que como dice un vecino
Es el más hermoso
De los mal entendidos
Es jugar ruleta rusa
Con seis balas, corazón
Sabelo: cinco siempre son para vos
Te diría que no tengo
Mucho apuro por saber
De que demonios hablan
Mi espada y mi pared
A veces mi cabeza
Se va de boca
A veces pierdo trenes
Pero salvo la ropa
El caso es que los años se están apurando
Mudamos de planes
Cambiamos de barrio
Pasamos de largo de ciertas batallas
Pero algunos soldados no vuelven a casa
Por las dudas aviso y aclaro
Antes ladraba
Pero hoy voy al grano
(Gracias a Noemi por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
I'll get to the point
Warning and clarification
Free depends
Never cheap
I'm a personal friend
Of the idiots I've been
How much I've blown
How little I've bit
Close to brand new
The fourth floor of my life
They don't care about me.
The certainties, the belly
To some hunts
I keep poking around
But the little fish
Now I return them to the sea
And here I sit to watch the parranda pass
From life " a capella»
From death to the merchant
What a terrible memory happiness has
That always gives us talk
And he leaves without saying hello
For doubts notice and clarification
I used to bark
But today I come to the point
I used to bark
But today I come to the point
And let's talk about love
That as a neighbor says
It's the most beautiful
Of misunderstandings
Is playing Russian roulette
With six bullets, heart
Know: five are always for you
I'd tell you I don't have
Very hurry to know
What the hell are they talking about?
My sword and my wall
Sometimes my head
He's out of his mouth.
Sometimes I miss trains
But except the clothes
The fact is that the years are rushing
We changed plans
We changed neighborhoods
We passed through certain battles
But some soldiers don't come home
For doubts notice and clarification
I used to bark
But today I come to the point
(Thanks to Noemi for this letter)