Melendi — Sin Noticias De Holanda song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Sin Noticias De Holanda" by Melendi.
Lyrics
Se oyen sirenas de fondo, en la calle que esta de moda
La madera tras un yonko, que ta corriendo en pelota
Y grita desesperado: La chuta o no hay ropa
Y todos corriendo detras de aquel pobre diablo
Que tan solo hace visible su ansiedad
Y tras la muchedumbre se oyo un comentario
Que junto al olor de aquel chigre me hizo recordar…
Que hoy el cartero me ha dicho, que no hay carta para mi Poniendome en entredicho que la fuera a recibir
Porque la carta de Holanda entra muy mal en el pais
Huelen demasiado a planta, y hay mucho vicio aqui
Y hay mucho vicio aqui,
Y tras varias deliberaciones
Y dandole muchas vueltas, como le di Pa que voy a fumar hierba de otras naciones
Pudiendo plantar la mia en este pais…
Y hay quedo el pobre yonko to amoratao
de las ostias que los maderos, le han regalao
Y tras la muchedumbre se oyo un comentario
Que junto al olor de aquel chigre me hizo recordar
Que hoy el cartero me ha dicho…
Y hoy el cartero me ha dicho, que no hay carta para mi Con los ojos enrojecidos ta riendose de mi Porque la carta de Holanda entra muy mal en el Pais
Como seras tan canalla, mis plantas son pa mi Mis plantas son pa mi.
Lyrics translation
Sirens are heard in the background, in the street that is fashionable
The wood behind a yonko, that ta running in ball
And he screams desperately: he kicks her or no clothes
And all running after that poor devil
That only makes your anxiety visible
And after the crowd heard a comment
That next to the smell of that chigre made me remember…
That today the postman has told me, that there is no letter for me questioning that I would receive it
Because the letter from Holland enters the country very badly
They smell too much plant, and there's a lot of Vice here
And there's a lot of Vice here,
And after several deliberations
And giving it many turns, as I gave Pa that I will smoke grass of other nations
Being able to plant mine in this country…
And there is left the poor Yonko to amoratao
of the bears that the woods have given him
And after the crowd heard a comment
That next to the smell of that chigre made me remember
That today the postman told me…
And today the postman told me, that there is no letter for me with red eyes ta laughing at me because the letter from Holland enters very badly in the country
Since you're such a scoundrel, my plants are pa mi my plants are pa mi.