Paroles et traduction El Hombre Gancho - El Rey del Cielo

El Rey del Cielo

Esas rondas
Ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay
Soy el rey del cielo poderoso don dinero
El que siempre puso precio a la verdad
Soy el rey del mundo, coronado vagabundo
De esta corte de payasos sin disfraz
Rey de mi escalera, capitan de mi patera
Marinero de tu barco de papel
Malavar de feria, traficante de comedia
Más dispuesto que la cama de un burdel
Burro que no tira de este carro de mentira
Y no avanza ni pá alante ni pá atrás
Y esas rondas no son buenas
Hacen daño y envenenan
Sienta mal al que la prueba
Y es bebida de traición
Guarda mi sombrero en tu estupido ropero
De papeles que no quiero interpretar
Que esta escena acaba
Y al final no ha habido cama
Y un donjuan sin ganas no sirve de ná
Cielo sin infierno, primavera si invierno
Medias tintas que no dicen la verdad
Y esas rondas no son buenas
Hacen daño y envenenan
Sienta mal al que la prueba
Y es bebida de traición
Ay, ay, ay, llamame don nadie
Ay, ay, ay, llamame ladrón
Ay, ay, ay, ya mamé bastante
Ay, ay, ay, punto y se acabó
Ay, ay, ay, llamame don nadie
Ay, ay, ay, llamame ladrón
Ay, ay, ay, ya mamé bastante
Ay, ay, ay, punto y se acabó
Solo... Y esas rondas no son buenas y es bebida de traición
Ay, ay, ay, llamame don nadie
Ay, ay, ay, llamame ladrón
Ay, ay, ay, ya mamé bastante
Ay, ay, ay, punto y se acabó...
Es bebida pa los tontos, es bebida pa los necios
Pa cubrir tu negro antojo, para ti, mi rey del cielo

The King of Heaven

Those rounds
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I am the mighty king of Heaven, that powerful money
The one who always set a price on the truth
I am the king of the world, a crowned vagabond
Of this court of clowns without disguise
King of my staircase, captain of my raft
Sailor of your paper boat
Fairground trickster, comedy peddler
More willing than the bed in a brothel
Donkey that won't pull this wagon of lies
And doesn't move either forward or back
And those rounds are no good
They hurt and they poison
They make the one who tastes them feel sick
And they are a treacherous drink
Keep my hat in your stupid closet
Full of parts I don't want to play
Because this scene is over
And in the end there was no bed
And a Don Juan without desire is useless
Heaven without hell, spring without winter
Half measures that don't tell the truth
And those rounds are no good
They hurt and they poison
They make the one who tastes them feel sick
And they are a treacherous drink
Oh, oh, oh, call me nobody
Oh, oh, oh, call me a thief
Oh, oh, oh, I've nursed enough
Oh, oh, oh, the end, the end
Oh, oh, oh, call me nobody
Oh, oh, oh, call me a thief
Oh, oh, oh, I've nursed enough
Oh, oh, oh, the end, the end
Alone... And those rounds are no good, and they are a treacherous drink
Oh, oh, oh, call me nobody
Oh, oh, oh, call me a thief
Oh, oh, oh, I've nursed enough
Oh, oh, oh, the end, the end...
It's a drink for fools, it's a drink for idiots
To cover your dark secret, for you, my king of Heaven