Текст и перевод песни Soda Stereo - Pic Nic en el 4 B

Pic Nic en el 4 B

Hay una que no puede parar
De hablar de glamour
Y él solo piensa en comer
Su fruta prohibida
Mi majestad se ha perdido
Entre una multitud
Mojando la alfombra
Con sus sueños de diva
Picnic en el 4to B
Es una cuestión de voltaje
Picnic en el 4to B
Ya me acostumbraste
Golpean la puerta
Por décima vez
Es que falta alguien por venir
Cuando me suba esa cara de gaste
Y me baje el alcohol
Entre el alud podré asomar mi nariz
Y salir a la calle
Picnic en el 4to B
Es una cuestión de voltaje
Picnic en el 4to B
Ya me acostumbraste
Prefiero vagar sin sentido
A empapelar mi habitación
Creí cambiar aquel sonido
Y aquí estoy
Bailando esta maldita canción
Ay, no...
Esta no es mi noche
(Picnic)
En el 4to B
(Picnic)
Ya me acostumbraste
(Picnic)
Es una cuestion de voltaje (En el 4to B, En el 4to B)

Pic Nic on the 4th Floor

There's one who can't stop
Talking about glamour
And he only thinks about eating
His forbidden fruit
My majesty is lost
Amongst a multitude
Soaking the carpet
With her diva dreams
Picnic on the 4th floor
It's a question of voltage
Picnic on the 4th floor
You've already won me over
They knock on the door
For the tenth time
Someone still hasn't come
When I put on that spent face
And the alcohol wears off
In the midst of the flood, I can stick out my nose
And go out into the street
Picnic on the 4th floor
It's a question of voltage
Picnic on the 4th floor
You've already won me over
I prefer to wander aimlessly
Than to wallpaper my room
I thought I'd change that sound
And here I am
Dancing to this damn song
Oh no...
This isn't my night
(Picnic)
On the 4th floor
(Picnic)
You've already won me over
(Picnic)
It's a question of voltage (On the 4th floor, On the 4th floor)