Radio Futura — Veneno en la Piel song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Veneno en la Piel" by Radio Futura.
Lyrics
Dicen que tienes veneno en la piel
Y es que estás hecha de plástico fino
Dicen que tienes un tacto divino
Y quien te toca se queda con Ã(c)l
Y si esta noche quieres ir a bailar
Vete poniendo el disfraz de pecadora
Pero tendrás que estar lista en media hora
Por que si no yo no te paso a buscar
Pero primer quieres ir a cenar
Y me sugieres que te lleve a un sitio caro
A ver si aceptan la cartilla del paro
Porque sino lo tenemos que robar
Yo voy haciÃ(c)ndome la cuenta de cabeza
Y tu prodigas tu sonrisa con esmero
Y te dedicas a insultar al camarero
Y me salpicas con espuma de cerveza
Y aquà te espero en la barra del bar
Mientras que tú vas haciendo discoteca
Como te pases, te lo advierto, muñeca
Que yo esta vez no te voy a rescatar
Te crees que eres una bruja consumada
Y lo que pasa es que estás intoxicada
Y eso que dices que ya no tomas nada
Pero me dicen por ah¡
«Que sÃ, que sÃ, que sÃ, que sû, y dicen, dicen
Dicen que tienes veneno en la piel
Y es que estás hecha de plástico fino
Dicen que tienes un tacto divino
Y quien te toca se queda con Ã(c)l
Dices que yo no soy tu hombre ideal
Mientras hojeas con soltura una revista
Y me pregunto si tendrás alguna pista
O alguna foto de tu, «Tal para cual»
Lyrics translation
They say you have poison on your skin.
And is that it is made of fine plastic
They say you have a divine touch
And the one who gets you is left with à (c)l
And if tonight you want to go dancing
Go put on the sinful disguise
But you'll have to be ready in half an hour.
'Cause if I don't, I won't pick you up.
But first you want to go to dinner
And you suggest I take you somewhere expensive
Let's see if they accept the unemployment card
Because otherwise we have to steal it
I'm going to do (c) ndme the head count
And you lavish your smile with care
And you insult the waiter
And you spray me with beer foam
And here I wait for you at the bar of the bar
While you go disco
As you pass, I warn you, girl
That I will not rescue you this time
You think you're a consummate witch
And what happens is that you are intoxicated
And that you say you don't take anything anymore
But they tell me that way¡
"That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right," and they say, they say
They say you have poison on your skin.
And is that it is made of fine plastic
They say you have a divine touch
And the one who gets you is left with à (c)l
You say I'm not your ideal man
While flipping through a magazine
And I wonder if you'll have any leads
Or some picture of you, " such for which»