|
LO MEJOR QUE LE PUEDE PASAR A UN CRUASAN (ANDY CHANGO)
Para no vivir en este mundo y desaparecer
Para no vivir en este mundo y desaparecer
Prefiero no pensar y luego no existir
Vivir para beber, beber para vivir
Prefiero las noches
Y por la mañanas ,
Vomito en la cocina y en las sàbanas mojadas
Prefiero no pensar,
Lo mejor que le puede pasar a un cruasán es
Lo mejor que te puede pasar
Lo mejor que le puede pasar a un cruasán es
Lo mejor que te puede pasar a ti.
La culpa es de Ciorán
La culpa es de Voltaire
Buscando la simpleza me cruzé con el placer
Te cambio a mi hermano por uno o dos gramos
Te cambio a tu mujer por las chicas de alquiler
Prefiero no pensar,
Lo mejor que le puede pasar a un cruasán es
Lo mejor que te puede pasar
Lo mejor que le puede pasar a un cruasán es
Lo mejor que te puede pasar a ti.
Dando vueltas en la cama
Siento que la almohada
Pasa a ser parte de mì
Ya no soporto este agujero
Basta de este encierro
Fui a dar vueltas por ahí,
Y estoy ponièndome de acuerdo
Me estoy envileciendo
Y ya comienzo a hablar de mas
Serà que estoy en otra pista
O que me pierdo de vista
Serà que no quiero pensar
Porque,
Lo mejor que le puede pasar a un cruasán es
Lo mejor que te puede pasar
Lo mejor que le puede pasar a un cruasán es
Lo mejor que te puede pasar a ti
(BIS)
Para no vivir en este mundo y desaparecer
Para no vivir en este mundo y desaparecer
|
LIKE A ROLLING STONE
BOB DYLAN
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say,"Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh aboutEverybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loudNow you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest schools allight, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns
on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feelHow does it feel
To be on your ownWith no direction home
Like a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring,
you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
That Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
|
