Paroles et traduction Albertucho - A Ver Si Me Da Por Pensar

A Ver Si Me Da Por Pensar

Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah
Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah
Lo cutre de los falsos aspavientos
La mente que me falta por usar
Suplico de rodillas al invento
De cogerte y darte un tiento
Si quieres participar
Morralla que me sobra y no reparo
En compartir en uso y hermandad
Coraje de la falta de diario
Que me sobra calendario
Pa' rascarme el que dirán
Que no me acuerdo de cómo se escribe una buena canción
Que me sofoco, me limpio los mocos y me tiro al colchón
Y a ver si me da por pensar
Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah
Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah
E Insulsa la respuesta que me muestra
A ver si viene el duende y le echa sal
Con una cacerola de sombrero
Y perdiendo el monedero
Voy ganándole a la guerra que pierdo contigo es soñar
Que no me acuerdo de como se escribe una buena canción
Que me sofoco, me limpio los mocos y me tiro al colchón
Y a ver si me da por pensar
Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah
Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah
Que no me acuerdo de cómo se escribe una buena canción
Que me sofoco, me limpio los mocos y me tiro al colchón
Y a ver si me da por pensar
Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah
Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah
Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah
Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah

See If It Makes Me Think

Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah
Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah
The tackiness of false gestures
The mind that I lack to use
I beg on my knees to the invention
To take you and give you a taste
If you want to participate
Trash that I have plenty of and don't mind
Sharing in use and brotherhood
Courage of the lack of a diary
That I have plenty of calendar
To scratch the what will they say
That I can't remember how to write a good song
That I suffocate, I wipe my nose and I throw myself on the mattress
And see if it makes me think
Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah
Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah
And the insipid answer that shows me
See if the spirit comes and adds salt
With a pot as a hat
And losing my wallet
I'm winning the war that I lose with you is dreaming
That I can't remember how to write a good song
That I suffocate, I wipe my nose and I throw myself on the mattress
And see if it makes me think
Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah
Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah
That I can't remember how to write a good song
That I suffocate, I wipe my nose and I throw myself on the mattress
And see if it makes me think
Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah
Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah
Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah
Aaah, aaah, aahh, aaaaah