Paroles et traduction Los Hermanos Rincon - Don Pulpo

Don Pulpo

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Si no me escribe Don pulpo tendré que escribirle yo
Y eso por porque lo disculpo, la tinta se le acabó
Don pulpo, dirá la carta, lo invito a usted a mi Quinta
Brindaremos yo con vino y usted con cómo se pinta
Echaré la carta al mar, en una botella verde
Y mandaré un telegrama, por si la carta se pierde
Don pulpo con ligereza, a la orilla de trotat
De los pies a la cabeza mojado en agua de mar

Ua ua ua ua ua ua

Cubierto de sal y espuma de la cabeza a los pies
Ya que otra cosa no tiene, además si bien lo ves
Porqué Don pulpo no escribe dirá cubierto de espuma
Y ahora que tiene tinta se le ha perdido la pluma

Cubierto de sal y espuma de la cabeza a los pies
Ya que otra cosa no tiene, además si bien lo ves
Porqué Don pulpo no escribe dirá cubierto de espuma
Y ahora que tiene tinta se le ha perdido la pluma

Don Pulpo

Ua ua ua ua ua ua

If Mr. Octopus doesn't write to me, I'll have to write to him
And that's because I excuse him, he's run out of ink
Mr. Octopus, the letter will say, I invite you to my villa
I'll toast with wine and you with how you paint
I'll throw the letter into the sea, in a green bottle
And I'll send a telegram, in case the letter gets lost
Mr. Octopus with laziness, jogging on the shore
From head to toe, wet in seawater

Ua ua ua ua ua ua

Covered in salt and foam from my head to my toes
Since there is nothing else to do, if you see it well
Why doesn't Mr. Octopus write? He'll say, covered in foam
And now that he has ink, he's lost his pen

Covered in salt and foam from my head to my toes
Since there is nothing else to do, if you see it well
Why doesn't Mr. Octopus write? He'll say, covered in foam
And now that he has ink, he's lost his pen