Y La Bamba — Como Ratones song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Como Ratones" by Y La Bamba.
Lyrics
Ai, te busca el diablo,
No importa si vas,
A la iglesia con mama,
Dios vive en las manos,
De nuestros abuelos.
(Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh)
Ellos tienen las vidas,
Llenas de cristo,
Leando la biblia,
Marcando los dias
Con canciones de grillos,
Marcando los dias,
Los dias finales.
(Calavera de invierno),
Chiando en el frio
Y buscando con sudor
Y estamos jodidos.
(Calavera de invierno),
Chiando en el frio
Y buscando con sudor,
Y estamos jodidos,
Chiando-oo, chiando-ooo.
Lagrimas bellas, Lagrimas bellas,
Lagrimas bellas, Lagrimas bellas.
Y el desierto, el desierto los llaman.
Dejando nos con la sed.
Y no hay agua para tomar,
No mas hay, no mas hay,
No mas hay la sangre,
La sangre de judas,
Sangre maldita,
Sangre pura.
Ai te busca el diablo,
Y no importa si vas,
A la iglesia con mama,
Dios vive en las manos,
De nuestros abuelos
Dios vive en las manos,
De nuestros recuerdos.
Lyrics translation
Ai, the devil is looking for you,
It doesn't matter if you go,
To church with mama,
God lives in the hands,
From our grandparents.
(Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh)
They have lives,
Full of Christ,
Reading the Bible,
Marking the days
With crickets songs,
Marking the days,
The final days.
(Winter skull),
Wheezing in the cold
And looking with sweat
And we're fucked.
(Winter skull),
Wheezing in the cold
And looking with sweat,
And we're fucked,
Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo.
Beautiful tears, beautiful tears,
Beautiful tears, beautiful tears.
And the desert, the desert they call them.
Leaving us thirsty.
And there's no water to drink,
There's no more, there's no more,
No more blood,
The blood of judas,
Cursed blood,
Pure blood.
The devil is looking for you,
And it doesn't matter if you go,
To church with mama,
God lives in the hands,
From our grandparents
God lives in the hands,
Of our memories.