Loquillo — La malcasada song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La malcasada" by Loquillo.
Lyrics
Me dices que Juan Luis no te comprende
que sólo piensa en sus computadoras
y que no te hace caso por las noches
me dices que tus hijos no te sirven
que sólo dan problemas
que se aburren
de todo y que estas harta de aguantarlos
me dices que tus padres ya están viejos
que se han vuelto tacaños y egoístas
y ya no eres su reina como antes
me dices que has cumplido los 40
y que no es fácil empezar de nuevo
que los únicos hombres con los que tratas
son colegas de Juan en IBM
y no te gustan los ejecutivos
y yo que es lo que pinto en esta historia
que quieres que haga yo que mate a alguien
que de un golpe de estado libertario
te quise como un loco no lo niego
pero eso hace mucho mucho cuando el mundo
era una reluciente madrugada
que no quisiste compartir conmigo
la nostalgia es un burdo pasatiempo
vuelve a ser la que fuiste, ve a un gimnasio, píntate más
alisa tus arrugas
y ponte ropa sexy no seas tonta
que a lo mejor juan Luis vuelve a mimarte
y tus hijos se van a un campamento
y tus padres se mueren
te quise como un loco no lo niego
pero eso hace mucho mucho cuando el mundo
era una reluciente madrugada
que no quisiste compartir conmigo
Me dices que Juan Luis no te comprende
(Gracias a Cocute por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
You tell me Juan Luis doesn't understand you
who only thinks about their computers
and he doesn't listen to you at night
you tell me your kids are no use to you.
that only give trouble
who get bored
of everything and that you're sick of putting up with them
you tell me your parents are old.
who have become stingy and selfish
and you are no longer his queen as before
you're telling me you're 40.
and that it's not easy to start over
that the only men you deal with
they are Juan's colleagues at IBM
and you don't like executives
and I'm what I paint in this story
what do you want me to do to kill someone?
that of a libertarian coup
I loved you like crazy. I don't deny it.
but that's a long time ago when the world
it was a gleaming Dawn
that you didn't want to share with me
nostalgia is a gross pastime
go back to being who you were, go to a gym, paint yourself more
smooth your wrinkles
and put on sexy clothes don't be silly
that maybe juan Luis comes back to pamper you
and your kids are going to camp.
and your parents die
I loved you like crazy. I don't deny it.
but that's a long time ago when the world
it was a gleaming Dawn
that you didn't want to share with me
You tell me Juan Luis doesn't understand you
(Thanks to Cocute for this letter)