Paroles et traduction Estopa - Tanta Tinta Tonta

Tanta Tinta Tonta

Te lo clavaste, Burlancaster
Te lo clavaste, sin piedad
Y, ahora ya es demasiado tarde
Porque hasta la uña te arde
Y me quedo sin fumar, fumar, fumar
Pensaba que eras mi amigo
Yo pensaba: mi amigo fiel
Pero, te los fumas doblados
Y estando sentado a tu lado
Sentado por interés, -terés, -terés
Que si me fumo un canutito, yo me quedo tonto
Yo quiero llegar a viejo, más tarde que pronto
Ay, qué pena
Pero, qué pena
Si yo salgo por la tarde
Soy malo
Si yo salgo por la noche
Más malo
Qué pena
Mira lo que te has perdi′o
Niño, por no haber fuma'o
Tanta tinta tonta, que te atenta y que te atonta
Déjame explicarte lo que, de verdad, importa
Sube del morube que te pone por las nubes
Todo lo que tuve te lo di y tú no lo dudes
Tanta, tanta tinta, tonta, atenta
Y si mi garganta canta
Todas las nubes se acuestan
Te lo clavaste, bien clavado
Te lo clavaste, sin compasión
No vuelvo a sentarme a tu lado
Porque me tienes marginado
No tienes perdón de Dios, de Dios, de Dios
Que si me fumo un canutito, yo me quedo tonto
Yo quiero llegar a viejo, más tarde que pronto
Ay, qué pena
Pero, qué pena
Si yo salgo por la tarde
Soy malo
Si yo salgo por la noche
Más malo
Qué pena
Mira lo que te has perdi′o
Niño, por no haber fuma'o
Tanta tinta tonta, que te atenta y que te atonta
Déjame explicarte lo que, de verdad, importa
Sube del morube que te pone por las nubes
Todo lo que tuve te lo di y tú no lo dudes
Tanta, tanta tinta, tonta, atenta
Y si mi garganta canta
Todas las nubes se acuestan
Olvidando las penas
Fumándome un leño
Del humo salió
Un genio muy pequeño
Cuento tantos cuentos que ni Quentin cuenta tantos
Desde Cenicienta hasta el Llanero solitario
Suda, suda tanta tinta tonta
Y si mi garganta canta
Todas las nubes se acuestan
Que si me fumo un canutito, yo me quedo tonto
Yo quiero llegar a viejo, más tarde que pronto
Tengo suficientes motivos pa' hacer lo que hago
La vida no tiene truco, no existen los magos
Ay, qué pena
Mira lo que te has perdi′o
Niño, por no haber fuma′o

So Much Silly Ink

You got yourself hooked, Lancaster
You got yourself hooked, without mercy
And now it's too late
Because even your nails are burning
And I'm running out of smokes, smokes, smokes
I thought you were my friend
I thought: my faithful friend
But you smoke them like they're going out of style
And while sitting right next to you
Sitting there out of self-interest, -terest, -terest
That if I smoke a joint, I'll become an idiot
I want to grow old, sooner rather than later
Oh, what a shame
But what a shame
If I go out in the afternoon
I'm bad
If I go out at night
Even worse
What a shame
Look at what you've missed out on
Kid, for not having smoked
So much silly ink, that hurts you and makes you stupid
Let me explain what really matters
Get off the junk that's getting you high
Everything I had, I gave to you, and don't you doubt it
So much, so much silly, hurtful ink
And if my throat sings
All the clouds will lie down
You got yourself hooked, well hooked
You got yourself hooked, without compassion
I won't sit next to you again
Because you've marginalized me
You have no forgiveness from God, from God, from God
That if I smoke a joint, I'll become an idiot
I want to grow old, sooner rather than later
Oh, what a shame
But what a shame
If I go out in the afternoon
I'm bad
If I go out at night
Even worse
What a shame
Look at what you've missed out on
Kid, for not having smoked
So much silly ink, that hurts you and makes you stupid
Let me explain what really matters
Get off the junk that's getting you high
Everything I had, I gave to you, and don't you doubt it
So much, so much silly, hurtful ink
And if my throat sings
All the clouds will lie down
Forgetting the sorrows
Smoking a log
Out of the smoke came
A very small genie
I tell so many stories that not even Quentin tells so many
From Cinderella to the Lone Ranger
Sweat, sweat so much silly ink
And if my throat sings
All the clouds will lie down
That if I smoke a joint, I'll become an idiot
I want to grow old, sooner rather than later
I have enough reasons to do what I do
Life has no tricks, there are no magicians
Oh, what a shame
Look at what you've missed out on
Kid, for not having smoked