Joaquin Sabina — Hotel, Dulce Hotel song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Hotel, Dulce Hotel" by Joaquin Sabina.
Lyrics
Ped dos camas con ventanas al mar,
mejor que salgas sola del ascensor,
conozco un chino cerca para cenar,
inventa un nombre falso y djalo en recepcin,
le he dicho al camarero que nos suba champn,
un siglo y tres minutos, cundo vas a llegar?
Preparar un canuto bien cargado en tu honor,
la llave est en la puerta, cuarto setenta y dos.
Hotel, dulce hotel,
hogar, triste hogar,
estatuas de sal,
habitacin con vistas a tu piel.
Tal vez se deje seducir el azar,
abriga ms cuando es furtivo el amor,
con seis ducados arrugados y un par
de botas medio rotas se camina mejor;
te besar la nuca mientras miras saltar
las olas entre las farolas del malecn,
ponte el liguero que por reyes te regal,
ven a la cama, nos persigue el amanecer.
Hotel, dulce hotel,
hogar, triste hogar,
estatuas de sal,
habitacin con vistas a tu piel.
T sabes que en el purgatorio no hay
amor domstico con muebles de skay,
no es que no quiera, es que no quiero querer,
echarle lea al fuego del hogar y el deber,
la llama que me quema cada vez que te veo
me dice que es absurdo programar el deseo,
al cabo de unos aos estaramos los dos
adultos y aburridos frente al televisor.
Hotel, dulce hotel,
hogar, triste hogar,
estatuas de sal,
habitacin con vistas a tu piel.
Lyrics translation
Ped two beds with windows to the sea,
you'd better get off the elevator by yourself.,
I know a Chinese man nearby for dinner.,
make up a fake name and DJ it in reception,
I told the waiter to bring us champn.,
a century and three minutes, when Will you arrive?
Prepare a well-loaded Canute in your honor,
the key is in the door, room seventy-two.
Hotel, sweet hotel,
home, sad home,
salt statues,
room with a view of your skin.
Perhaps he will be seduced by chance,
it shelters ms When Love is stealthy,
with six wrinkled Ducats and a pair
from half-broken boots walks better;
kiss you on the back of the head while you watch jump
the waves among the lampposts of the malecn,
wear the Garter that I give you for Kings,
come to bed, the dawn is chasing us.
Hotel, sweet hotel,
home, sad home,
salt statues,
room with a view of your skin.
You know that in purgatory there is no
domstico love with skay furniture,
it's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't want to,
throw you read into the fire of home and duty,
the flame that burns me every time I see you
he tells me it's absurd to program desire,
after a few years we'll be both
adults and bored in front of the TV.
Hotel, sweet hotel,
home, sad home,
salt statues,
room with a view of your skin.