No Te Va Gustar — La Puerta de Atrás song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Puerta de Atrás" by No Te Va Gustar.
Lyrics
Raro, como nos mienten en vivo
En la cara, aunque se vea el difraz
Nos marean y nos mantienen en vilo
No nos muestran nunca la puerta de atras
Mientras, tanto peleamos buscando la razon horas y horas
Te impulsan a que vos mismo construyas el cajon,
en cuotas vas a tener que pagar
Uno baja sus expectativas
y se vuelve facil de manipular
La memoria tan primordial como el que iba,
es lo unico que nos puede salvar
Mientras, tanto peleamos buscando la razon horas y horas,
otros toman el vino de la especulacion
con el que nunca vamos a brindar
A los dueños no los nombran
lo que falta es lo que nunca va llegar
La nariz contra la alfombra,
ni nos matan ni nos dejan levantar
Mientras, tanto peleamos buscando la razon, horas y horas
otros toman el vino de la especulacion
con el que nunca vamos a brindar
Y a los dueños no los nombran
lo que falta es lo que nunca va llegar
La nariz contra la alfombra
ni nos matan, ni nos dejan levantar
Niego a que me mientan en vivo
en la cara, ya no los quiero ver mas
Son escudos de quien manejan los hilos
y no nos muestran nunca la puerta de atras
A los dueños no los nombran
y ya no los quiero ver mas
que se queden con la alfombra
y con la puerta de atras
Lyrics translation
Weird, like they lie to us live
On the face, even if you see the diffraz
They make us dizzy and keep us idle
They never show us the back door.
Meanwhile, we both fought for reason for hours and hours
They push you to build the drawer yourself,
in installments you'll have to pay
You lower your expectations
and it becomes easy to manipulate
The memory as primordial as the one that was,
it's the only thing that can save us.
Meanwhile, we both fought for reason for hours and hours,
others take the wine of speculation
with which we will never toast
The owners are not named
what is missing is what will never arrive
The nose against the carpet,
they don't kill us, they don't let us get up.
Meanwhile, we both fought for Reason, hours and hours
others take the wine of speculation
with which we will never toast
And the owners are not named
what is missing is what will never arrive
The nose against the carpet
they don't kill us, they don't let us get up.
I refuse to be lied to live
in the face, I don't want to see them anymore
They are shields of those who handle the threads
and they never show us the back door
The owners are not named
and I don't want to see them anymore
let them keep the carpet
and with the back door