More songs by Melendi
Description
Drums: Angye Bao
Bass Guitar: Jose Vera
Bass: José Vera
Guitar, Producer: José de Castro
Lead Vocals: Melendi
Arranger, Composer: José de Castro
Composer: Ramon Melendi Espina
Lyrics and translation
Original
Piedra, tijera o papel
Eso es lo que pasa contigo
Siempre me tocará perder
Si yo pido nones sale pares, nones no
He dejao de ser el botones
Del hotel de tus lagrimones
No me quieres conceder la exclusiva
De la moto que me quisiste vender ayer
Sus palabras no lo arreglan todo corazón
Las heridas no pasan solas
No las confundas con las modas
Voy a partir de ya me voy
Fundiendo con el sol
De este nuevo amanecer
Lo siento, yo no soy de madera
Ni miento mientras que a ti
Te han vuelto a nominar en 2008
A los Premios Pinocho
Y tus armas de mujer
No quisiera yo decirte por donde te las puedes meter
Está bien que lleve yo los pantalones
Pero lo que yo ya no llevo
Que los llevé en dos relaciones
No me sale de la piel y los que me cuelgan
No te pienses, tampoco lo llevan bien
Se acabó lo que sentía por tí, descansa en paz
En un cementerio alejado
Sucio y muy bien apuntalado
Voy a partir de ya me voy
Fundiendo con el sol
De este nuevo amanecer
Lo siento, yo no soy de madera
Ni miento, mientras que a ti
Te han vuelto a nominar en 2008
A los Premios Pinocho
Según pasa el tiempo empieza a florecer
Mi vida lejos de ti
Me doy cuenta que eres tu la herida
Que sangraba dentro de mi piel
Lo siento, yo no soy de madera
Ni miento, mientras que a ti
Te han vuelto a nominar en 2008
A los Premios Pinocho
Como pude creerte
Eres mala actriz
English translation
Rock, scissors or paper
That's what happens with you
I will always have to lose
If I ask for nones it comes out even, nones no
I have stopped being the bellman
From the hotel of your tears
You don't want to give me the exclusive
Of the motorcycle that you wanted to sell me yesterday
His words don't fix every heart
The wounds do not go away alone
Don't confuse them with fashions
I'm going from now I'm leaving
Melting with the sun
Of this new dawn
Sorry, I'm not made of wood.
I'm not even lying while I'm telling you
You were nominated again in 2008
To the Pinocchio Awards
And your woman's weapons
I wouldn't want to tell you where you can get into it.
It's okay for me to wear the pants
But what I no longer carry
That I took them in two relationships
It doesn't come out of my skin and those who hang on me
Don't think about it, they don't handle it well either.
What I felt for you is over, rest in peace
In a faraway cemetery
Dirty and very well propped
I'm going from now I'm leaving
Melting with the sun
Of this new dawn
Sorry, I'm not made of wood.
I'm not even lying, while to you
You were nominated again in 2008
To the Pinocchio Awards
As time goes by it begins to bloom
My life away from you
I realize that you are the wound
That was bleeding inside my skin
Sorry, I'm not made of wood.
I'm not even lying, while to you
You were nominated again in 2008
To the Pinocchio Awards
How could I believe you
you are a bad actress