La Pulqueria — Hasta Que Salga song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Hasta Que Salga" by La Pulqueria.
Lyrics
Somos artistas de autopista sin poblado, tumbados dando tumbos mal
acostumbrados, el día que se nos acabe el embolado, veremos lo que hacemos a
estos bichos raros
Nos buscaremos una suegra forrada, con hija fea pero bien acomodada,
nos vestiremos de chaqueta con maleta portafolio engominado así corbata no muy
cara
Pero antes de que se nos acabe, mientras no se rompa la espalda,
sino es demasiado tarde, voy a intentarlo hasta que saaaaalga…
Y hasta que salga, y hasta que salga, pronto seremos otra calavera calva,
y hasta que salga, y hasta que salga, pronto seremos otra calavera
Y si no sale bien, Y si no sale bien, iremos como zánganos a por la miel,
mejor de pobre que acabando en ningún lado, seré conserje en el hogar del
jubilado, Y si no sale bien, Y si no sale bien, respira hondo que igual que
llega se pasa, no hay nada que esconder, ve acostumbrándote a perder,
vuelve a tu casa, vete a tu casa
Pero antes de que se nos acabe, mientras no se rompa la espalda,
sino es demasiado tarde… voy a intentarlo hasta que saaaaalga…
Y hasta que salga, y hasta que salga, pronto seremos otra calavera calva,
y hasta que salga, y hasta que salga, pronto seremos otra calavera calvaaaa…
Mientras se atrase el reloj que nos echará de los camerinos, te perseguirá
nuestro son escondido entre los pasillos, mientras nos quede un hilo de voz
para toser estribillos, te daremos otra canción, que brosa al corasón,
maaala vida al riñón, y un capricho al señor PE-PI-NO
Y hasta que salga, y hasta que salga, pronto seremos otra calavera calva,
y hasta que salga, y hasta que salga, pronto seremos otra calavera calvaaaa…
Y hasta que salga, y hasta que salga, pronto seremos otra calavera calva,
y hasta que salga, y hasta que salga, pronto seremos otra calavera calvaaaa…
Lyrics translation
We are artists of highway without village, lying lying wrong
accustomed, the day we run out of embolization, we'll see what we do to
these weirdos
We're looking for a mother-in-law with a big, ugly, but well-off daughter.,
we will dress in jacket with briefcase greased well tie not very
face
But before we run out, as long as we don't break our backs,
otherwise it's too late, I'll try until saaaaalga…
And until it comes out, and until it comes out, soon we'll be another bald skull,
and until it comes out, and until it comes out, we'll soon be another skull
And if it doesn't work out, and if it doesn't work out, we'll go like drones for honey,
better poor than ending up nowhere, I'll be a janitor in the home of the
retired, and if it doesn't go well, and if it doesn't go well, take a deep breath that same as
there's nothing to hide, get used to losing,
go home, go home
But before we run out, as long as we don't break our backs,
otherwise it's too late ... I'll try until saaaaalga…
And until it comes out, and until it comes out, soon we'll be another bald skull,
and until it comes out, and until it comes out, soon we'll be another skull calvaaaa…
As long as the clock is running out of the dressing room, it will chase you.
ours are hidden between the corridors, while we remain a thread of voice
we'll give you another song to cough up the chorus.,
maaala life to the kidney, and a whim to Mr PE-PI-NO
And until it comes out, and until it comes out, soon we'll be another bald skull,
and until it comes out, and until it comes out, soon we'll be another skull calvaaaa…
And until it comes out, and until it comes out, soon we'll be another bald skull,
and until it comes out, and until it comes out, soon we'll be another skull calvaaaa…