Текст и перевод песни Taburete - Johnny Pistolas

Johnny Pistolas

Te quieren ver tirando de batalla
Pero él resiste el tipo caballero
Saluda a todo el mundo que se agolpa
Para ver a Johnny Pistolas

Le han visto cultivando hierbabuena
Dicen que se la fuma con la luna
Y, en ocasiones, oye voces del pasado
Ay, que le piden un último trago

Saluda a mujeres y niños, invita canela
Y algunas piden compartir su cama a cambio de fresas
Y un horizonte perdido en el mar

Vamos de fiesta, vamos de viaje
Vamos a medias
Vamos de fiesta en una nube
Vestido de feria
Volverán a salir, a dormir
En la misma arena

Le han visto cultivando hierbabuena
Dicen que se la fuma con la luna
Y, en ocasiones, oye voces del pasado
Ay, que le piden, piden, piden, piden lo

Ay, que le piden, piden, piden, piden lo
Ay, que le piden
Ay, que le piden
Ay, que le piden
Ay, un último trago

Johnny Pistolas

They want to see you flipping your lid
But like a gentleman, he holds his ground
He greets everyone who gathers 'round
To see Johnny Pistols

They've seen him growing spearmint
They say he smokes it in the moonlight
And sometimes, he hears voices from the past
Oh, asking for one last sip

He greets women and children, offering cinnamon
And some of them ask to share his bed in exchange for strawberries
And a far-off horizon lost at sea

Let's party, let's travel
Let's go halves
Let's party on a cloud
Dressed in carnival clothes
They will leave again, to fall asleep
On the same sandy shore

They've seen him growing spearmint
They say he smokes it in the moonlight
And sometimes, he hears voices from the past
Oh, they ask for, ask for, ask for, ask for it

Oh, they ask for, ask for, ask for, ask for it
Oh, they ask for it
Oh, they ask for it
Oh, they ask for it
Oh, one last sip