Текст и перевод песни Estopa - Rumba Triste (Directo Acústico)

Rumba Triste (Directo Acústico)

Porqué me cantas rumbas tristes
cuando estás borracha
Porqué te has quedado encerrada
toda la noche en tu casa
Porque te acuerdas siempre de olvidarme
que no recuerdas mi cara
que nunca has servido ningún plato
que nunca sirves para nada
Y alegra esa cara que si no llueve
y no tengo paraguas
sal a la calle, cruza la acera
que no pasa nada, que no pasa nada
dile a tu almohada que yo pago el rescate
que ya no estás secuestrada
que ya no vives en Marte
que ya no sueñas con tener alas
con tener alas, ay con tener alas
Dime al oído lo que ayer lloraste a gritos
si quieres que me vaya pues yo me voy
dime quien ha ganado el premio
entre todos los que todo lo han perdido
y ahora ya ves yo me quedo contigo
y alegra esa cara que si no llueve
y no tengo paraguas
y sal a la calle, cruza la acera
que no pasa nada, que no pasa nada
dile a tu almohada que yo pago el rescate
que ya no estás secuestrada
que ya no vives en Marte
que ya no sueñas con tener alas
con tener alas
y alegra esa cara...

Sad Rumba (Acoustic Live)

Why do you sing sad rumbas
when you're drunk?
Why have you stayed locked up
all night in your house?
Because you always remember to forget me
that you don't remember my face
that you've never served a single dish
that you're never good for anything
And brighten up that face, because if it doesn't rain
and I don't have an umbrella
go out to the street, cross the sidewalk
nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong
tell your pillow I'll pay the ransom
that you're no longer kidnapped
that you no longer live on Mars
that you no longer dream of having wings
of having wings, oh, of having wings
Whisper in my ear what you cried out loud yesterday
if you want me to leave, then I'll go
tell me who won the prize
among all those who have lost everything
and now you see, I stay with you
and brighten up that face, because if it doesn't rain
and I don't have an umbrella
and go out to the street, cross the sidewalk
nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong
tell your pillow I'll pay the ransom
that you're no longer kidnapped
that you no longer live on Mars
that you no longer dream of having wings
of having wings
and brighten up that face...