Las Pastillas Del Abuelo — Oportunistas song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Oportunistas" by Las Pastillas Del Abuelo.
Lyrics
Estás operando mal
Y todo el mundo lo nota
Tu pulso está al tempo lento de un cuentagotas
Estás apelando mal, seguís sumando falacias
Y a tu cliente le facilitas la desgracia
Unas cuantas leyes de Murphy te siguen por doquier
Y ahora soñás con brujerías, gatos negros
Que te quieren morder
Estás afinando mal
No aguanta más la garganta
Te finge la laringe, y no sale bien el sostén
Sos el mejor arquitecto
Con un grandísimo disco duro
No sale un puto laburo
Bueh, nadie es perfecto
Vas por la vida con vasos de agua, e incienso salvador
Controla tu vida una bola de cristal, pero igual
Te hace sentir mejor
Son los oportunistas de la desesperanza
Mientras más le das, menos les alcanza
Juegan con un fuego que a ellos no les quema
Y de repente tu entusiasmo tiene precio
Adornan tu suerte con velas, tu naipe va a ganar
Pero esa carta ya está marcada, bien de entrada
Cuando te ven gagá
Porque son los oportunistas de la desesperanza
Mientras más le das, menos les alcanza
Y juegan con un fuego que a ellos no les quema
Y de repente tu entusiasmo tiene precio
Juegan con un fuego
Que a ellos no les quema
Lyrics translation
You're operating badly.
And everyone notices it
Your pulse is at the slow tempo of a dropper
You're appealing wrong, you keep adding fallacies
And you make it easy for your client.
A few Murphy laws follow you everywhere
And now you dream of witchcraft, black cats
They want to bite you
You're tuning wrong.
He can't take his throat anymore.
You fake your larynx, and the bra doesn't work well.
You are the best architect
With a huge hard drive
There's no fucking job coming out.
Bueh, no one is perfect
You go through life with glasses of water, and Saviour incense
Control your life a crystal ball, but the same
Makes you feel better
They are the opportunists of hopelessness
The more you give it, the less it reaches them
They play with a fire that doesn't burn them
And suddenly your enthusiasm comes at a price
Decorate your luck with candles, your card will win
But that letter is already marked, right in the beginning
When they see you Gaga
Because they are the opportunists of hopelessness
The more you give it, the less it reaches them
And they play with a fire that does not burn them
And suddenly your enthusiasm comes at a price
They play with a fire
That they don't burn