Los Caligaris — Rimas Perfectas song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Rimas Perfectas" by Los Caligaris.
Lyrics
Por la vergüenza cantaba de espalda
Luces y fotos no le importaban
Miedo al reviente y al protagonismo
Todos saltando, buscando lo mismo
Algo que nos haga felices, que nos saque de pobres
Que disuelva tu grises y nos consiga
Radios que te acerquen las groupies
Que te llenen estadios y vasos de whisky o amor…
Rimas perfectas que pagan un sueldo
No hay mas ideas, la ambición va creciendo
La resistencia es contra uno mismo
Culto al dinero, felices con culpa
Algo que nos haga felices, que nos saque de pobres
Que disuelva tu grises y nos consiga
Radios que te acerquen las groupies
Que te llenen estadios y vasos de whisky o amor…
Lo tengo todo y cuando miro alrededor
Veo al mundo a mis pies
Pero ¿Ves que con eso no alcanza?
Algo que nos haga felices
Que nos saque de pobres
Que borre cicatrices
Y nos redima miles
Miles de estupideces
Camarines con peces
Yo no toco si el sol no aparece
Nortes muertos en el camino
Prioridades borrachas
Pero con buen vino
Canción, canción, canción
Maquillaje y canción
Lyrics translation
For shame he sang with his back
Lights and photos did not care
Fear of bursting and leading
All jumping, looking for the same thing
Something to make us happy, to make us poor
Let him dissolve your greys and get us
Radios that bring you closer to the groupies
Fill you stadiums and glasses of whiskey or love…
Perfect rhymes that pay a salary
No more ideas, ambition is growing
Resistance is against oneself
Cult of money, happy with guilt
Something to make us happy, to make us poor
Let him dissolve your greys and get us
Radios that bring you closer to the groupies
Fill you stadiums and glasses of whiskey or love…
I have it all and when I look around
I see the world at my feet
But you see that's not enough?
Something that makes us happy
To get us out of the poor
That blots scars
And redeem us thousands
Thousands of stupid things
Shrimps with fish
I don't touch if the sun doesn't appear
Dead Norths on the road
Erratic priorities
But with good wine
Song, Song, Song
Makeup and song