Текст и перевод песни Chico Trujillo - Caliéntame la Sopa Con un Hueso

Caliéntame la Sopa Con un Hueso

Mi Abuela me decia que cantaba todo el dia
En la mañana siempre hueviava la gallina
Conmigo repetia que la vida es pura vida
Que habia que jugarla que habia que sentirla

Me gustan los completos no los atravesaos
Los cabros con sus gestos los santos gestionados
Los bares con sus viejos las viejas sin sus cuentos
La infancia es nuestra patria repetia don pedro

Caliéntame la sopa con un hueso
Y vamos a bailar un beso a beso
La mona que me pille un poco tieso
Si no tengo lechuga fumo de eso
Matilde hay noticia de los presos
Semanas y semanas que estan lejos
Joselo que paso con la sin hueso
No pongas a trujillo que son huecos

Mi Abuela me decia que cantaba todo el dia
En la mañana siempre hueviava la gallina
Conmigo repetia que la vida es pura vida
Que habia que jugarla que habia que sentirla

Me gustan los completos no los atravesaos
Los cabros con sus gestos los santos gestionados
Los bares con sus viejos las viejas con sus cuentos
La infancia es nuestra patria repetia don pedro

Caliéntame la sopa con un hueso
Y vamos a bailar un beso a beso
La mona que me pille un poco tieso
Si no tengo lechuga fumo de eso
Matilde hay noticia de los presos
Semanas y semanas que estan lejos
Joselo que paso con la sin hueso
No pongas a trujillo que son huecos

Warm Me Soup With a Bone

My Grandma she used to tell me that I sang all day
In the morning always laid the hen an egg
With me she would repeat that life is pure life
That we had to play it, that we had to feel it

I like hot dogs not those crossed
The boys with their gestures the saints managed
The bars with their old men the old women without their stories
Childhood is our homeland repeated don pedro

Warm me soup with a bone
And let's dance a kiss to a kiss
The monkey that catches me a little stiff
If I don't have lettuce I smoke that
Matilde, any news from the prisoners?
Weeks and weeks that they are far away
Joselo what happened with the boneless
Don't put Trujillo that they are hollow

My Grandma she used to tell me that I sang all day
In the morning always laid the hen an egg
With me she would repeat that life is pure life
That we had to play it, that we had to feel it

I like hot dogs not those crossed
The boys with their gestures the saints managed
The bars with their old men the old women with their stories
Childhood is our homeland repeated don pedro

Warm me soup with a bone
And let's dance a kiss to a kiss
The monkey that catches me a little stiff
If I don't have lettuce I smoke that
Matilde, any news from the prisoners?
Weeks and weeks that they are far away
Joselo what happened with the boneless
Don't put Trujillo that they are hollow