Melendi — Arriba Extremoduro song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Arriba Extremoduro" by Melendi.
Lyrics
Ya no quedan canciones
como las de Extremoduro.
Yo no doy ni un puto duro
por acordes que me mienten.
No consigo entenderme,
llevo tiempo intentando dejar de ponerme,
y por mas que lo intento,
mi cabeza mas se pierde.
Se me han roto las bombillas de las luces
que alumbraban mi camino.
Las jodieron a pedradas
cuatro pijos cantandole a lo divino.
Que es el amor.
Quiero ser Evaristo
y no me paso de listo
si te digo a la cara
que mientes mas que pestañeas.
No queremos canciones
que digan que nos sobra el amor
Ya no quedan corcheas,
ni negras ni redondas
para la gente que habla
de lo que realmente importa
Yo le escupo a la luna
para que akumbre tu vida.
No voy tocando los huevos
con ningun cantar de cuna.
Que es el amor.
Quiero ser Evaristo
y no me paso de listo
si te digo a la cara
que mientes mas que pestañeas.
No queremos canciones
que digan que nos sobra el amor
Y arriba Extremoduro,
levantese la gente,
que no queremos cuentos,
que somos diferentes.
Y arriba Extremoduro,
levantese la gente,
que no queremos cuentos,
que somos diferentes.
Que es el amor.
Quiero ser Evaristo
y no me paso de listo
si te digo a la cara
que mientes mas que pestañeas.
No queremos canciones
que digan que nos sobra el amor.
Y dejar de lado la vereda de la puerta de atras
por donde te vi marchar
como una regadera
que la hierba hace que vuelva a brotar.
Muere a todas verte dentro de mi televisor,
quiero oir una cancion
que no hable de sandeces
y que diga que nos sobra el amor
y que acabe en si menor.
(Gracias a Red1 por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
No more songs left
like Extremoduro.
I don't give a fucking hard fuck
for chords that lie to me.
I can't understand myself,
I've been trying to stop wearing it for a while.,
and as much as I try,
my head is lost.
My light bulbs are broken.
that lit my way.
They fucked them up.
four pricks singing to the divine.
Which is love.
I want to be Evaristo
and I'm not over smart
if I say to your face
you lie more than Blink.
We don't want songs
let them say we have plenty of love
There are no more hours left,
neither black nor round
for people who speak
of what really matters
I spit at the moon
to make your life akumbre.
I'm not touching my eggs.
with no lullaby.
Which is love.
I want to be Evaristo
and I'm not over smart
if I say to your face
you lie more than Blink.
We don't want songs
let them say we have plenty of love
And up Extremoduro,
stand up people,
that we don't want stories,
that we're different.
And up Extremoduro,
stand up people,
that we don't want stories,
that we're different.
Which is love.
I want to be Evaristo
and I'm not over smart
if I say to your face
you lie more than Blink.
We don't want songs
let them say we have plenty of love.
And set aside the back door path
where I saw you go
like a watering can
that the grass makes it sprout again.
Die to see you all inside my TV,
I want to hear a song
don't talk nonsense.
and to say that we have more love
and let it end in a minor.
(Thanks to Red1 for this letter)