Ivan Noble — Avanti Morocha song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Avanti Morocha" by Ivan Noble.
Lyrics
Nos empezamos de golpe
Nos saboreamos de prepo
Como salidos de un cuento de amor
Nos empezamos de golpe
Nos saboreamos de prepo
Como salidos de un cuento de amor
Vos venías de un viaje de mochilas cansadas
Yo pateaba verano sin sol
Y en el escolazo de los besos
Cantamos bingo, y así andamos
Sin nada de mapas ni de candados
Arriba morocha
Que nadie está muerto
Vamos a punguearle a esta vida amarreta
Un ramo de sueños
Avanti morocha no nos llueve tanto
No tires la toalla que hasta los más mancos
La siguen remando
Nunca dejo que un ángel haga un nido en mi almohada
Pero me acuerdo tarde, mi amor
Hoy me siento a la sombra de tus piernas dormidas
Y le converso a mi insomio de vos
Y como los fantasmas del recuerdo
Salen a la noche a patotearte
Vos andás descalza y en puntas de pie
Arriba morocha
Que nadie está muerto
Vamos a punguearle a esta vida amarreta
Un ramo de sueños
Avanti morocha no nos llueve tanto
No tires la toalla que hasta los más mancos
La siguen remando
Es tan fácil perderse en las calles del miedo
No me sueltes la mano mi amor
Mi casa es un desastre sin tu risa
No me dejaste ni las
Arriba morocha
Que nadie está muerto
Vamos a punguearle a esta vida amarreta
Un ramo de sueños
Avanti morocha no nos llueve tanto
No tires la toalla que hasta los más mancos
La siguen remando
Lyrics translation
We started at once
We savor prepo
Like out of a love story
We started at once
We savor prepo
Like out of a love story
You came from a trip of tired backpacks
I was kicking summer without sun
And in the escolazo of kisses
We sing bingo, and so we walk
No maps, no padlocks.
Arriba morocha
That no one is dead
We're gonna poke this dead-end life
A bouquet of dreams
Avanti morocha doesn't rain so much
Do not throw the towel that even the most lame
They're still rowing her.
I never let an angel make a nest on my pillow
But I remember late, my love
Today I sit in the shadow of your sleeping legs
And I convert my sleepless from you
And like the ghosts of remembrance
They go out at night to kick your ass
You walk barefoot and on your toes
Arriba morocha
That no one is dead
We're gonna poke this dead-end life
A bouquet of dreams
Avanti morocha doesn't rain so much
Do not throw the towel that even the most lame
They're still rowing her.
It's so easy to get lost in the streets of fear
Don't let go of my hand, my love
My house is a mess without your laughter
You didn't even leave me.
Arriba morocha
That no one is dead
We're gonna poke this dead-end life
A bouquet of dreams
Avanti morocha doesn't rain so much
Do not throw the towel that even the most lame
They're still rowing her.