Текст и перевод песни Coti - Las Horas

Las Horas

Dejo a su novia en Barcelona
Comiéndose las donas
Y regalos del civil.
Minutos antes de la boda
Compro un disco de moda y un pasaje hasta brasil

No hubo despedidas
Eso esta bien
Solo que era un buen día
Para irse y dijo:

Las horas no me van a esperar.
Las horas no me van a esperar.

18 mil millas en moto
Amigo y copiloto
Guerrillero y buen doctor.
Lo tuvo todo y lo dio todo
Esposa amante hijos
Y hasta una revolución

No quiso mas despedidas
Eso esta bien
Cuando era chico un buen día
Caminaba y dijo:

Las horas no me van a esperar.
Las horas no me van a esperar.
Las horas no me van a esperar.
Las horas no me van a esperar.

Miro los ojos de su jefe
Un niño pijo avaro medio raro acosador
Le dio una cita en la Civeles
Y con un tenedor crucifico su pantalón.
Venganza y despedida
Eso esta bien.
Arrodillado un buen día dijo:
Las horas no me van a esperar.
Las horas no me van a esperar.
Las horas no me van, las horas no me van a esperar.
Las horas no me van, las horas no me van a esperar.
Las horas no me van, las horas no me van a esperar.
Las horas no me van, las horas no me van a esperar

The Hours

I left her girlfriend in Barcelona,
Eating doughnuts
And gifts from the wedding party.
Minutes before the wedding
I bought a trendy record and a ticket to Brazil

There were no goodbyes,
That's okay.
It was just a good day
To leave, and I said:

The hours are not going to wait for me.
The hours are not going to wait for me.

18 thousand miles on a motorcycle,
A friend and co-pilot,
A guerrilla fighter and a good doctor,
He had it all and he gave it all,
Wife, lover, children,
And even a revolution.

He didn't want any more goodbyes,
That's okay.
When he was a boy, on a good day
Walking, he said:

The hours are not going to wait for me.
The hours are not going to wait for me.
The hours are not going to wait for me.
The hours are not going to wait for me.

I look into the eyes of his boss,
A stingy, weird, kind of creepy rich kid,
He gave him an appointment at the Cibeles Fountain,
And with a fork, he crucified his pants.
Revenge and goodbye,
That's okay.
Kneeling down, one fine day, he said:
The hours are not going to wait for me.
The hours are not going to wait for me.
The hours are not going to, the hours are not going to wait for me.
The hours are not going to, the hours are not going to wait for me.
The hours are not going to, the hours are not going to wait for me.
The hours are not going to, the hours are not going to wait for me