Paroles et traduction Quique González - Justin y Britney

Justin y Britney

Hay demasiada sangre en el mundo
Para que tu la limpies
Hay demasiado sexo seguro
Hay demasiadas canciones de Britney Spears
Hay demasiados callejones oscuros
Y a veces sufro un exceso de información
Hay demasiados planes de futuro
Pero ninguna solución real
Que al menos, valga para este ratito

Hay demasiados tipos en este garito
Que quieren acostarse contigo
Hay demasiados aspirantes al título
De campeón del mundo

Hay demasiados cristales ahumados
Detrás del idiota de Justin Timberlake

Pero no llegará
No llegará la sangre al río

Hay demasiadas horas de vuelo a Caracas
Y volvería ciego
Hay demasiadas horas de vuelo a La Habana
Y no lo tengo tan claro
Hay demasiados que levantan el puño izquierdo
Y meten el derecho en tu bolsillo
Hay demasiado estamos trabajando en ello

Pero no llegará
No llegará la sangre al río

Hay demasiadas medidas de seguridad
Hay demasiados artistas y deportistas
Hay demasiado rap, pero esto no es un rap
Es un exceso de velocidad
Hasta perderme de vista
Hasta perderme de vista

Pero no llegará
No llegará la sangre al río
No llegará, no llegará...

Justin and Britney

There's too much blood in the world
For you to clean up
There's too much safe sex
There are too many Britney Spears songs
There are too many dark alleys
And sometimes I suffer from too much information
There are too many plans for the future
But no real solutions
That are at least, worth this little while

There are too many guys in this club
Who want to sleep with you
There are too many contenders for the title
Of world champion

There are too many tinted windows
Behind Justin Timberlake's idiot

But it won't come
The river won't run red

There are too many flight hours to Caracas
And I'd come back blind
There are too many flight hours to Havana
And I'm not so sure
There are too many who raise their left fist
And put their right hand in your pocket
There's too much we're working on it

But it won't come
The river won't run red

There are too many security measures
There are too many artists and athletes
There's too much rap, but this is not a rap
It's an excess of speed
Until I lose sight of myself
Until I lose sight of myself

But it won't come
The river won't run red
It won't come, it won't come...