More songs by Funambulista
Description
Producer, Programmer: Diego Cantero
Producer, Programmer: Jorge Guirao
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Felipe Guevara
Lyrics and translation
Original
Todo el mundo dice échale actitud y llevan diazepan en la cartera.
Todo el mundo dice sigue aquella luz y podrás llegar a donde quieras.
Me arranco sus consejos de la boca, escupo tanta posmodernidad.
Y dejen de joder con la pelota, mejor dejadme de una vez en paz.
Sobra tanta gente que no puede entrar la luz.
Sobran gilipollas y me faltas tú.
Cuesta tanto verte entre tanta multitud.
Sobran gilipollas y me faltas tú. Y me faltas tú.
Venden una falsa eterna juventud.
No saben que el tiempo nunca espera.
Vamos a alargarnos otra latitud.
Deja tu pistola en la guantera.
Sobra tanta gente que no puede entrar la luz.
Sobran gilipollas y me faltas tú.
Cuesta tanto verte entre tanta multitud. Sobran gilipollas y me faltas tú.
Y me faltas tú. Y me faltas tú.
Y me faltas tú.
Me arranco sus consejos de la boca, escupo tanta posmodernidad.
Y dejen de joder con la pelota, mejor dejadme de una vez en paz.
Sobra tanta gente que no puede entrar la luz.
Sobran gilipollas y me faltas tú. ¡Hey!
Cuesta tanto verte entre tanta multitud.
Sobran gilipollas, sobran gilipollas, sobran gilipollas y me faltas tú.
Y me faltas tú.
English translation
Everyone says give it attitude and carry diazepam in their purse.
Everyone says follow that light and you can get wherever you want.
I tear their advice out of my mouth, I spit out so much postmodernism.
And stop messing with the ball, better leave me alone once and for all.
There are so many people that the light cannot enter.
There are too many idiots and I'm missing you.
It's so hard to see you in such a crowd.
There are too many idiots and I'm missing you. And I'm missing you.
They sell a false eternal youth.
They don't know that time never waits.
Let's extend another latitude.
Leave your gun in the glove compartment.
There are so many people that the light cannot enter.
There are too many idiots and I'm missing you.
It's so hard to see you in such a crowd. There are too many idiots and I'm missing you.
And I'm missing you. And I'm missing you.
And I'm missing you.
I tear their advice out of my mouth, I spit out so much postmodernism.
And stop messing with the ball, better leave me alone once and for all.
There are so many people that the light cannot enter.
There are too many idiots and I'm missing you. Hey!
It's so hard to see you in such a crowd.
There are plenty of idiots, there are plenty of idiots, there are plenty of idiots and I'm missing you.
And I'm missing you.