Las Pastillas Del Abuelo — Tantas Escaleras song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Tantas Escaleras" by Las Pastillas Del Abuelo.
Lyrics
Tantas escaleras, y nunca aprendí a bajarme
Sin que me dieras el voto de confianza
No tengo más biberón
Y el chupete quedó en otro lado
¿No ves que me caigo?
Agarrame la mano
Cualquier cosa puede ser más inoportuna
Que vos al teléfono de mi constancia
Por mucho que nos conste
Si una bola no gira, no sirve pa' nada
Porque está atascada, mi amor
Sigo siendo eso que siempre buscaste
Hasta que lo tuviste
Y hoy lo queres tanto, que te encanta tenerlo
Y hoy estoy canábico corazón
Que no le encuentro el pelo
Al huevo que tengo delante de mi vista
¿Quién te dijo que nadie llegaba después de estos dos que golpearon la puerta y
no saben a qué fiesta vinieron?
Ves que es bola y no gira, no sirve pa' nada
Porque está atascada, mi amor
No todo orgasmo acaba bien, amor
No todo lo que brilla es oro
No quedó ni el loro en esta habitación
Que nunca alquilamos
Nos equivocamos de subte
Y terminamos en cualquier lado; destino taimado
Y siempre le hacemos caso
Tanto beso suicidándose por ahí
En el rincón de esta boca
Que no lo sepulta, pero sabe de tierra
Insisto, si no gira no es bola, o es bola atascada
Y no sirve pa' nada, mi amor
Lyrics translation
So many stairs, and I never learned to get down
Without you giving me the vote of confidence
I don't have any more bottles.
And the pacifier was somewhere else
Can't you see I'm falling?
Hold my hand
Anything can be more inopportune
That you to the phone of my record
As far as we're concerned
If a ball doesn't spin, it doesn't work.
Because it's stuck, my love
I'm still what you always wanted.
Until you had it
And today you want it so much, you love having it
And today I'm cannabis heart
I can't find her hair
To the egg that I have in front of my sight
Who told you no one was coming after these two who knocked on the door and
don't you know what party they came to?
You see it's ball and it doesn't turn, it doesn't do anything
Because it's stuck, my love
Not every orgasm ends well, love
Not all that glitters is gold
There wasn't even a parrot left in this room.
That we never rent
We got the wrong subway.
And we end up anywhere; taimado fate
And we always listen to him
So much kiss killing himself out there
In the corner of this mouth
It doesn't bury him, but it tastes like dirt
I insist, if it does not turn it is not ball, or it is stuck ball
And it's no use, my love.