Ivan Noble — Pistolas al Amanecer song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pistolas al Amanecer" by Ivan Noble.
Lyrics
Mi soledad madruga aveces
se levanta antes que yo y me deja el desayuno en la cama
de su lado del colchón
Acomoda los recuerdos,
junta leña si es abril.
Si su prima la tristeza me visita,
jura que reza por mi Pero algunas noches verdugas la reto a duelo sin fe,
los dos elegimos padrinos y pistolas al amanecer.
Algunas noches me canso, la reto a duelo sin fe,
los dos elegimos padrinos y pistolas al amanecer
Mi soledad usa tacos altos,
no se si estoy a su altura.
Hago planes abrazado a su cintura
que es consuelo y es estrago
Mi mascota cuando llueve,
camarada en el alcohol,
se hace un picnic con mis lagrimas flaquitas
mientras me seca el sudor
Pero algunas noches verdugas la reto a duelo sin fe,
los dos elegimos padrinos y pistolas al amanecer.
Algunas noches me canso, la reto a duelo sin fe,
los dos elegimos padrinos y pistolas al amanecer
Y a la hora de los bifes,
cuando apura el porvenir,
le pregunto si me va a cuidar de viejo
y no sabe que decir
Pero algunas noches verdugas la reto a duelo sin fe,
los dos elegimos padrinos y pistolas al amanecer.
Algunas noches me canso, la reto a duelo sin fe,
los dos elegimos padrinos y pistolas al amanecer
y pistolas al amanecer
y pistolas. al amanecer
(Gracias a Noemi por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
My loneliness sometimes dawns
he gets up before me and leaves me breakfast in bed
on your side of the mattress
Accommodates memories,
gather firewood if it's April.
If your first sadness visits me,
she swears she prays for me but some executioner nights I challenge her to duel without faith,
we both chose godparents and guns at dawn.
Some nights I get tired, I challenge her to duel without faith,
we both chose godparents and guns at dawn
My loneliness wears high heels,
I don't know if I'm up to it.
I make plans hugging her waist
which is consolation and is havoc
My pet when it rains,
comrade in alcohol,
he's having a picnic with my skinny tears
while my sweat dries
But some executioner nights I challenge her to duel without faith,
we both chose godparents and guns at dawn.
Some nights I get tired, I challenge her to duel without faith,
we both chose godparents and guns at dawn
And at the time of steaks,
when he hastens the future,
I ask you if you'll take care of me old
and he doesn't know what to say
But some executioner nights I challenge her to duel without faith,
we both chose godparents and guns at dawn.
Some nights I get tired, I challenge her to duel without faith,
we both chose godparents and guns at dawn
and guns at dawn
and guns. at dawn
(Thanks to Noemi for this letter)