Текст и перевод песни Páll Óskar og Milljónamæringarnir - Cuanto Le Gusta

Cuanto Le Gusta

Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta...
Með flöskurnar og töskurnar
Við ætlum að fara burt
í hundrað stiga hita
En spurningin er hvurt

París Amster Alcapulco
Eða bara gullna strönd
í eina, tvær, þrjár vikur
Mér halda engin bönd

Nú sting ég af, hef unnið nóg
á bólakaf í heitann sjó
Gatslitinn sólinn og með lausa reim
ég er farinn og kem aldrei aldrei aldrei heim

Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta...
Með vellyktandi harðfisknum
Við drekkum beint af stút
Ég sofnaði á vindsæng
Og lít því svona út

Klúbbar, hótel, strandapartí
ég auðveldlega kemst á deit
Ég byrja að djamma' í borgum
Og enda uppí sveit

Nú sting ég af, hef unnið nóg
á bólakaf í heitann sjó
Gatslitinn sólinn og með lausa reim
ég er farinn og kem aldrei aldrei aldrei heim

Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta
Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta
Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta

Með flöskurnar og töskurnar
Við ætlum að fara burt
í hundrað stiga hita
En spurningin er hvurt

París Amster Alcapulco
Eða bara gullna strönd
í eina, tvær, þrjár vikur
Mér halda engin bönd

Nú sting ég af, hef unnið nóg
á bólakaf í heitan sjó
Gatslitinn sólinn og með lausa reim
ég er farinn og kem aldrei aldrei aldrei heim

Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta
Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta
Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta
Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta
Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta
Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta
Cuanto Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta Le Gusta
Le Gusta Le Gusta!!!!!

How Much She Likes It

How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it... she likes it...
With the bottles and the bags
We're going to going to go away
In hundred-degree heat
But the question is where

Paris, Amsterdam, Acapulco
Or just the Golden Coast
For one, two, three weeks
Nothing's stopping me

Now I'm taking off, I've worked enough
On company coffee in the hot sea
Sunburned and with a loose belt
I'm gone and I'm never ever ever coming home

How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it... she likes it...
With the dried fish
We drink straight from the tap
I fell asleep on the aft deck
And look like this

Clubs, hotels, beach parties
I easily get a date
I start jamming in cities
And end up in the countryside

Now I'm taking off, I've worked enough
On company coffee in the hot sea
Sunburned and with a loose belt
I'm gone and I'm never ever ever coming home

How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it
How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it
How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it

With the bottles and the bags
We're going to going to go away
In hundred-degree heat
But the question is where

Paris, Amsterdam, Acapulco
Or just the Golden Coast
For one, two, three weeks
Nothing's stopping me

Now I'm taking off, I've worked enough
On company coffee in the hot sea
Sunburned and with a loose belt
I'm gone and I'm never ever ever coming home

How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it
How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it
How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it
How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it
How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it
She likes it... she likes it... she likes it... she likes it
How much she likes it... she likes it... she likes it... she likes it
She likes it... she likes it!!!!!!