La Pulqueria — ¿Dónde Están? song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "¿Dónde Están?" by La Pulqueria.
Lyrics
Vinimos a esta rara
brava, larga, corta
vida loca!
tan cara e injusta
cada uno a lo que toca
tu me gustas y me asustas,
dame un beso, estirame esto
que no hay hueso y detesto
que me quieran mandar!
donde van los abrazos
y los buenos besos malos
en los ratos de las ratas
y los gatos pardos
momentos de placer
regalandonos la piel
pero queriendo que
nos quieran querer!
brindando, bailando y viajando
con los hielos de tu vaso
donde no volveras a olvidarlo
antes de dar ese paso que a veces
debemos para recordar!
Donde estan?
donde van? donde iran?
los besos que ya no me das
Donde estan? donde estan?
No soy quien dicen que soy
voy contra marea, es mi pelea
me haces crecer viviendo
dias torpes tardes golpes muchas muchas noches muchas muchas ganas de arder!
Donde estan?
donde van? donde iran?
los besos que ya no me das
Donde estan? donde estan?
vientos marinos,
mi chera y su espuma del mar
locos cretinos,
las sineras no navegan ningun bar!
Hey pulqueros!!!
rara, brava, larga, corta
vida loca!
Cada uno a lo que toca!
Mareando, haciendo menos daño
para que solo tu,
me sepas encontrar
Donde estan?
donde van? donde iran?
los besos que ya no me das
Donde estan? donde estan?
(Gracias a Ioritz por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
We came to this rare
brava, long, short
Crazy Life!
so expensive and unfair
each to what it touches
I like you and you scare me,
give me a kiss, stretch this out.
that there is no bone and I hate
they want to send me!
where the hugs go
and the good bad kisses
in rat times
and brown cats
moments of pleasure
giving us the skin
but wanting that
they want to love us!
toasting, dancing and traveling
with the ice in your glass
where you'll never forget it again
before you take that step you sometimes
we must to remember!
Where are they?
where are they going? where Will you go?
the kisses you don't give me anymore
Where are they? where are they?
I'm not who they say I am
I'm going against marea, it's my fight
you make me grow by living
clumsy days evenings blows many many nights many many desire to burn!
Where are they?
where are they going? where Will you go?
the kisses you don't give me anymore
Where are they? where are they?
sea winds,
my chera and her sea foam
crazy assholes,
the sineras do not sail any bar!
Hey pulqueros!!!
rare, brave, long, short
Crazy Life!
Each to what it touches!
Dizzy, doing less harm
so that only you,
know how to find me
Where are they?
where are they going? where Will you go?
the kisses you don't give me anymore
Where are they? where are they?
(Thanks to Ioritz for this letter)