Marea — No Quiero Ser Un Poeta song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "No Quiero Ser Un Poeta" by Marea.
Lyrics
Se peinará un poquito y se pondrá tan guapa
Y saldrá musitando sus cosas al alba
Y a mí me hará falta algo más que agua del grifo
Pa' quitarme las legañas
A mí, hecho de nada
Nada mezclada con el humo de los bares
De nada vale si no cuenta tus lunares
Ay del que intenta conquistar la luna entera
Con algún verso de mierda, separarla de mi vera
Miralá toa' sonriente aunque le cante malamente
Muy tranquila y muy quieta, porque con ella no
No quiero ser un poeta
Se peinará un poquito y se pondrá tan guapa
Y yo a pintarme canas de tanto esperarla
Que a mí la madrugada me lava toda la ropa
Sucia del alma que ensuciaré seguramente
A la mañana, a mí quítame alas, tírame al suelo
Quiero estar donde me llaman, que desde el cielo
El corazón no huele a nada
Ay del que intenta conquistar la luna entera
Con algún verso de mierda, separarla de mi vera
Mírala toa' sonriente aunque le cante malamente
Muy tranquila y muy quieta, porque con ella no
No quiero ser un poeta
Lyrics translation
She'll get her hair done a little and she'll get so pretty
And he'll come out with his stuff at dawn
And I'm gonna need more than just tap water.
To take off my legañas
To me, made of nothing
Nothing mixed with the smoke of the bars
It's no good if it doesn't count your moles
Woe to him who tries to conquer the entire moon
With some bullshit verse, separate it from my vera
Miralá toa ' smiling though singing him badly
Very quiet and very quiet, because with her no
I don't want to be a poet
She'll get her hair done a little and she'll get so pretty
And I'm going to look gray waiting for her
That at dawn I wash all my clothes
Dirty of the soul that I will surely dirty
In the morning, take off my wings, throw me down
I want to be where they call me, that from heaven
The heart doesn't smell like anything
Woe to him who tries to conquer the entire moon
With some bullshit verse, separate it from my vera
Look at her smiling toa ' though she sings badly
Very quiet and very quiet, because with her no
I don't want to be a poet