La Chicana — Juguete Rabioso song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Juguete Rabioso" by La Chicana.
Lyrics
Veterano del insomnio
Soy un viejo prematuro
Se me cansan las palabras
No es una forma de hablar
Tengo una viola italiana
Cuando hay hambre no hay pan duro
El Mario me la endereza
Pero se vuelve a doblar
Para garpar el casorio
Y el anillo vendí el coche
Inocente adolescente
Rematé mi libertad
Soy un yonqui de la tele
Sin volumen a la noche
Como pa no molestarla
Aunque ella ya no está
Loca, no me exilies de tu boca
Por la culpa que te toca
Mencioname una vez más
Típico de mí que vivo en pena
Se me da una mano buena
Y la tengo que arruinar
Vos te esmeraste conmigo
A mi vieja le dijiste que me ibas a domar
Mi revolución era apariencia
Me perdiste la paciencia cuando estaba por flaquear
Fui tu juguete rabioso
Fui tu mito encadenado
Me tomaste de amuleto
Un flaco para tu cruz
Me amigué con tu retrato
Cuántas veces lo he besado
Y lo abrazo preocupado
Cuando se corta la luz
En mi guitarra atorranta
Hay un tango agazapado
Percanta que me amuraste
No te puedo ni cantar
No me sale más lirismo
Tengo un verso atragantado
Donde te mando a la mierda
Después vuelvo a suplicar…
Lyrics translation
Insomnia veteran
I'm a premature old man
I'm tired of words
It's not a way to talk
I have an Italian viola
When there is hunger there is no hard bread
Mario sets it straight for me.
But it bends again
To scratch the casorio
And the ring I sold the car
Innocent teen
I finished my freedom
I'm a TV junkie.
No volume at night
How not to bother her
Although she is no longer
Crazy, don't exile me from your mouth
Because of your guilt
Mention me one more time
Typical of me that I live in pain
You give me a good hand
And I have to ruin it
You worked for me.
You told my old lady you were gonna tame me.
My Revolution Was appearance
You lost my patience when I was about to flinch.
I was your rabid toy
I was your chained myth
You took me for an amulet.
A skinny one for your cross
I made friends with your portrait.
How many times have I kissed him
And I hug him worried
When the light goes out
On my stuck guitar
There's a tango crouching
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I can't even sing to you.
I don't get any more lyricism.
I have a choking verse
Where I send you to hell
Then I beg again…