Paroles et traduction Kako M. - Bronca

Bronca

Ella nunca imaginó lo mal ángel y lo esaborío que puede ser el amor
Él tampoco lo advirtió y se fue al percatarse
De que todo lo que antes se regalaban ahora se lo robaban to', sólo hay pedazos
Todo quedó en un mal chiste de esos que sólo hacen gracia a los borrachos
Y ya no existe aquel hogar que se quedó en unos planos de servilleta de bar
Ella quería terraza
A él le daba igual un coche o una mansión si estaba cerca del bar
Él una tele de plasma a la que adorar
Y reprochar el gol del equipo contrario, el sondeo electoral
Ella quería otro sofá, él la Play 4
Ella quería varios hijos y él otro cuarto de baño pa' no esperar
Y salir pronto, pronto, del lugar
Cada vez que salía el tema de qué va a pasar

Y allí se oía bronca, bronca y desilusión
Allí se oía bronca, bronca, broncabrón
Allí se oía bronca y decepción
Allí se oía bronca, bronca, broncabrón
Y le decían tonta, tonta déjalo
Allí se oía bronca, bronca, broncabrón
Allí se oía bronca y decepción
Allí se oía bronca, bronca, bronca, bronca, bronca, bronca, bronca
Cabrónca, bronca, bronca
Cabrónca, bronca, bronca

Yo no sé qué se inventó pa' enre'arla y subirla pal piso, pero de allí no salió
Él sólo le pudo ofrecer su amor de instalador, de cursillo de INEM
De los del aire en el hombro, escalera y sin arnés, siempre con trampas
Y es que lo malo del vicio es que hay que ser rico pa' drogarse y no liarla
Y en el sitio eran lo más
To' el vecindario se sabía la vida del figura y su estampa
Y cuando ella trabajaba
Allí lo que sonaba eran tacones, muelles y ganas, pasión gitana
Follones de amigos de vicios metiéndose rayas en la escritura del piso
Y el permiso de obras, ahí muerto de risa
Reunión de propietarios, na', sin noticias
Primer punto del día, no se puede dormir!
¡Llama a la Guardia Civil!

Y allí se oía bronca, bronca y desilusión
Allí se oía bronca, bronca, broncabrón
Allí se oía bronca y decepción
Allí se oía bronca, bronca, broncabrón
Y le decían tonta, tonta déjalo
Allí se oía bronca, bronca, broncabrón
Allí se oía bronca y decepción
Allí se oía bronca, bronca, bronca, bronca, bronca, bronca, bronca
Cabrónca, bronca, bronca
Cabrónca, bronca, bronca

Con su mala vida y su poca vergüenza
Que se cuela en la rendija de esas que vacilan
Que te echan de su puerta y por su ventana te miran con su mala vida
Bendito espécimen, maldito su lío
Anillo de compromiso mal revendi'o, maldita ruina
En el compro oro de la esquina con su mala vida
Con su mala vida y su poca vergüenza
Con su mala vida y su poca vergüenza
Con su mala vida y (Cabrónca, bronca, bron-)

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Argument

She never imagined how bad an angel and how tasteless love could be.
Neither did he, and he left when he realized
That everything they used to give each other was now stolen, there are only pieces left.
Everything ended up as a bad joke, the kind that only drunks find funny.
And the home that was left on some bar napkin plans no longer exists.
She wanted a terrace.
He didn't care if it was a car or a mansion, as long as it was near the bar.
He wanted a plasma TV to worship
And to reproach the opposing team's goal, the election poll.
She wanted another sofa, he wanted the Play 4.
She wanted several children and he wanted another bathroom so he wouldn't have to wait.
And to leave soon, soon, the place.
Every time the subject of what was going to happen came up

And there you could hear argument, argument and disappointment.
There you could hear argument, argument, you bastard.
There you could hear argument and disappointment.
There you could hear argument, argument, you bastard.
And they would call her stupid, stupid, leave him.
There you could hear argument, argument, you bastard.
There you could hear argument and disappointment.
There you could hear argument, argument, argument, argument, argument, argument, argument
You bastard, argument, argument
You bastard, argument, argument

I don't know what he invented to tie her up and take her up to the apartment, but she didn't get out of there.
He could only offer her his love as an installer, from an INEM course.
From the ones who hang from the air, with a ladder and no harness, always with tricks.
And the bad thing about vice is that you have to be rich to do drugs and not mess it up.
And they were the hottest thing in the place.
The whole neighborhood knew the life of the figure and his appearance.
And when she worked
What you could hear there were heels, springs and desire, gypsy passion.
Friends from vices messing around, snorting lines on the deed to the apartment.
And the building permit, there, dead with laughter.
Owners' meeting, nothing, no news.
First point of the day, you can't sleep!
Call the Civil Guard!

And there you could hear argument, argument and disappointment.
There you could hear argument, argument, you bastard.
There you could hear argument and disappointment.
There you could hear argument, argument, you bastard.
And they would call her stupid, stupid, leave him.
There you could hear argument, argument, you bastard.
There you could hear argument and disappointment.
There you could hear argument, argument, argument, argument, argument, argument, argument
You bastard, argument, argument
You bastard, argument, argument

With his bad life and his shamelessness
That sneaks through the crack of those that vacillate.
That kick you out of their door and look at you through their window with their bad life
Blessed specimen, cursed his mess
Badly resold engagement ring, damn ruin
At the pawn shop on the corner with his bad life
With his bad life and his shamelessness
With his bad life and his shamelessness
With his bad life and (You bastard, argument, arg-)

Fucking shitty song