Текст и перевод песни Miguel Campello - Alto, salto

Alto, salto

Y alto, no hagas ni un movimiento, salto.
Que es que tu cuerpo me lo pide, y
Yo tan harto de esperar.
Suerte si, no te pegas ni un tiro
Y entre los pies y la frente.
Y yo tan harto de miras,
No sabe na' de nadie,
No sabe na' de nadie.
Y se conforma ella con na'.

Y harta, de tanta tontería,
De tanta sabiduriía,
De tanto abrazo loco,
Si me tocas yo te toco.
Sí o no, nos pegamos el piro,
Entreteniendo a toda la gente.
No se puede aguantar,
No sabe na' de nadie,
No sabe na' de nadie.
Y se conforma ella con na'.

Y antes de echar a correr,
Y antes de echar correr,
No me preguntes a mi por tu suerte,
Y entre volar o correr y entretenerse o perder,
No me preguntes a mi por tu suerte.

Tú que vas detrás de mi,
Te cuesta respirar,
Te duele donde mas te duele.
Vas metiendo en un portal,
Cartones pa' dormir,
Te duele donde mas te duele.

Y ahora estoy aquí otra vez,
Con un lápiz y un papel,
Acordándome de to' lo que decías.
No te he vuelto yo a encontrar,
Como la primera vez,
Acordándome de to' lo que decías.

Y antes de echar a correr,
Y antes de echar a correr,
No me preguntes a mi por tu suerte.
Y entre volar o correr, entretenerse o perder,
No me preguntes a mi por tu suerte.

Tranquilo, sabes donde vivo,
Tú tienes mi dirección,
Que vivo contigo.
Me piro, que tengo la olla en el gas,
Que pienso que esto va a más,
Me piro su primo.

High, jump

And stop, don't make a move,
It is that your body asks me, and
I'm so tired of waiting.
Lucky if, you don't even shoot yourself,
And between the feet and the brow.
And I'm so tired of looks,
She knows nothing about anybody,
She knows nothing about anybody.
And she is satisfied with nothing.

And fed up of so much nonsense,
Of so much wisdom,
Of so much crazy hugging,
If you touch me I touch you.
Yes or no, let's beat it,
Entertaining all the people.
You can't stand it,
She knows nothing about anybody,
She knows nothing about anybody.
And she is satisfied with nothing.

And before starting to run,
And before starting to run,
Don't ask me about your luck.
And between flying or running and entertaining or losing,
Don't ask me about your luck.

You who go after me,
You find it difficult to breath,
It hurts you where it hurts you the most.
You enter a doorway,
Cardboards to sleep,
It hurts you where it hurts the most.

And now I'm here again,
With a pencil and a paper,
Remembering all you said.
I haven't seen you again,
Like the first time,
Remembering all you said.

And before starting to run,
And before starting to run,
Don't ask me about your luck.
And between flying or running, entertaining or losing,
Don't ask me about your luck.

Relax, you know where I live,
You have my address,
That I live with you.
I'm going, I have a pot on the stove,
That I think that this is going too far,
I'm going, I'm leaving.