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Estopa "Tu Calorro" paroles

Traduction vers: EN DE

Fuí a la orilla del río,
Y vi que estabas muy sola
Vi que te habías dormido,
Vi que crecían amapolas,
En lo alto de tu pecho,
Tu pecho hecho en la gloria,
Yo me fui "pa" ti derecho,
Y así entraste en mi memoria.

Tu me vestiste los ojos,
Yo te quitaba la ropa,
Todas las palomas que cojo,
Vuelan a la pata coja.
Tu ibas abriendo las alas,
Yo iba cerrando la boca,
Tu eras flor desarropada,
Y yo el calorro que te arropa.

Estribillo:

Tu perfume es el veneno,
Que contamina el aire que tu pelo corta,
Que me corta hasta el habla y el entendimiento,
Porque es la droga que vuelve mi cabeza loca.
Después me quedo dormido,
En una cama más dura que una roca,
Soñando que aún no te has ido,
Soñando que aún me tocas..

Y el sol se va sonrojando,
Porque la noche le va cayendo,
Los pájaros van llegando,
Los árboles tienen sueño,
Sus hojas ya se han cansado,
De aguantar tanto el invierno,
Y yo sigo aquí a tu lado,
Hasta que me lleve el viento.

De luto se pone el cielo,
Que viene con nubes negras,
Será porque tiene celos,
De que esta noche te tenga,
Que oscuro que se esta haciendo,
Echale leña a la hoguera,
La hoguera del sentimiento,
Que arde si estoy a tu vera.

Tu perfume es el veneno,
Que contamina el aire que tu pelo corta,
Que me corta hasta el habla y el entendimiento,
Porque es la droga que vuelve mi cabeza loca.
Después me quedo dormido,
En una cama más dura que una roca,
Soñando que aún no te has ido,
Soñando que aún me tocas..(x3)

I came by to the riverbank,
and saw that you were all alone.
I saw you had fallen asleep,
I saw poppies growing
atop your breast,
your breast made in Heaven.
I came straight to you,
and thus you entered my memories.

You dressed my eyes up,
while I undressed you.
All the doves that I catch
hop on one feet only.
And as you spread your wings,
I kept shutting my mouth.
You were a bare flower,
and I was the shack that gave you shelter.

Chorus:

Your parfume is the poison
polluting the air that your hair parts,
parting away even with my speech and senses,
because it's the drug that makes my head spin.
Then, I fall fast asleep,
on a bed as hard as a rock.
Dreaming that you haven't gone,
dreaming that you still touch me.

And the sun keeps blushing,
because the night sneaks on him.
The birds are coming by,
the trees are sleepy:
their leaves are growing tired
of fending off winter for so long.
And I'm still here by your side,
until the wind carries me away.

The sky is wearing mourning clothes,
with all those black clouds approaching.
Maybe because he's jealous
of me having you tonight.
How dark is everything growing,
throw some more logs in the fire.
The bonfire of the feeling
that burns when I'm by your side.

Your parfume is the poison
polluting the air that your hair parts,
parting away even with my speech and senses,
because it's the drug that makes my head spin.
Then, I fall fast asleep,
on a bed as hard as a rock.
Dreaming that you haven't gone,
dreaming that you still touch me (x3)