Los Delinquentes — Ya Nadie Te Quiere song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ya Nadie Te Quiere" by Los Delinquentes.
Lyrics
Ya nadie te quiere
Porque sales por la tele vacilando
Con tu forma de actuar
Eres un fantasma
Criticando por la espalda
Siempre a costa de mezclar
Mentira y realidad
DetrЎs de las flores te encontraste a Don Quijote
Y te dijo Calvo! Tu estas medio colgao como yo!
Tu que te crees pirata o marinero de una fragata
Fuiste una rana y la tele te contratі
Con tus cuentos, mЎs negro y feroz
Tu cerebro es un tambor
Caminando, cosas raras
Tus palabras son muy malas
Deja ya la televisiіn
Ya nadie te quiere
Porque sales por la tele vacilando
Con tu forma de actuar
Eres un fantasma
Criticando por la espalda
Siempre a costa de mezclar
Mentira y realidad
DetrЎs de la tele se regalan los claves
Y por la radio no se ve ni al locutor
(mastica mastica)
Rayas y renglones pa’que nunca te doblaras
No respetas ni la hora ni el reloj
Ni las normas de circulaciіn
Ni a tu padre ni al doctor
Te has hecho reportero
Yo no quiero nЎ con ellos
Porque son cucarachas sin control
Ya nadie te quiere
Porque sales por la tele vacilando
Con tu forma de actuar
Eres un fantasma
Criticando por la espalda
Siempre a costa de mezclar
Mentira y realidad
Eres un bulto entre la gente
No te sale nada bien
Solo te gusta el dinero
Aqu no hay sitio para usted
Se±or Carrasco venga dgale algo:
Carmele sabemos la edad que tienes
Que se te nota en la tele
Y que lo sabe antena3
Que todava tienes pendiente
La querella con el arca de noe
Carmele! Que el ej (c)rcito te teme!
Querella va, querella viene
Carmele guapa, carmele…
Ya nadie te quiere
Porque sales por la tele vacilando
Con tu forma de actuar
Eres un fantasma
Criticando por la espalda
Siempre a costa de mezclar
Mentira y realidad
(Bis)
Lyrics translation
No one loves you anymore
'Cause you're on TV, you're hesitating.
With your way of acting
You're a ghost
Criticizing from behind
Always at the cost of mixing
Lie and reality
DetrYs of the flowers you met Don Quixote
And he told you bald! You're half-hung like me!
You who think you are pirate or Sailor of a frigate
You were a frog and the TV hired you
With your tales, mYs black and fierce
Your brain is a drum
Walking, weird things
Your words are very bad
Leave the TV now
No one loves you anymore
'Cause you're on TV, you're hesitating.
With your way of acting
You're a ghost
Criticizing from behind
Always at the cost of mixing
Lie and reality
DetrYs of the TV are given the keys
And on the radio you can't even see the announcer
(chews chews)
Stripes and lines so you'll never bend
You don't respect the time or the clock
Nor traffic rules
Neither your father nor the doctor
You've become a reporter.
I don't want nY with them
Because they're roaches out of control.
No one loves you anymore
'Cause you're on TV, you're hesitating.
With your way of acting
You're a ghost
Criticizing from behind
Always at the cost of mixing
Lie and reality
You're a lump among people
You're not doing well at all.
You just like money
There's no room for you here
Mr. Carrasco, come on, give him something.:
Carmele, we know how old you are.
That you can see on TV
And that antena3 knows
That you still have pending
The dispute with Noah's Ark
Carmele! Let the ej (C) rcito fear you!
Complaint goes, complaint comes
Carmele pretty, carmele…
No one loves you anymore
'Cause you're on TV, you're hesitating.
With your way of acting
You're a ghost
Criticizing from behind
Always at the cost of mixing
Lie and reality
(Bis)