Tus Bragas
Soñé que me metí en tu cama
tras un festival de invierno,
ahora ya no sueño nada,
ya ha pasado mucho invierno.
Y no sé como es tu cama
ni como suda tu cuerpo,
me he quedado con las ganas
y tu, te has quedado conmigo.(x5)
Con mis ganas de vivir,
con mis ganas de sentir,
con mis ganas de pecar,
con mis ganas de soñar.
Y ante tanto desconsuelo
echo mis huesos al suelo
y me duermo boca arriba,
por ver si me ahoga la pota
de ese Ron que ya es vinagre,
el que alimenta mis sueños.
Más los sueños mierda son
y tu, te has quedado conmigo.(x5)
Con mis ganas de vivir,
con mis ganas de sentir,
con mis ganas de pecar,
con mis ganas de soñar.
Y no me has dejado nada,
y de nada nunca hay restos.
Yo soñaba con tus bragas
y tu, te has quedado conmigo.
Yo soñaba con tus bragas,
tus bragas, tus bragas, tus bragas.
Your Panties
I dreamed that I got into your bed
after a winter festival,
now I don't dream anything,
many winters have passed.
And I don't know how your bed is
or how your body sweats,
I've been left wanting
and you, you've stayed with me. (x5)
With my desire to live,
with my desire to feel,
with my desire to sin,
with my desire to dream.
And in so much despair
I lay my bones on the ground
and fall asleep on my back,
to see if I'm choked by the vomit
of that rum that's turned to vinegar,
the one that feeds my dreams.
But dreams are shit
and you, you've stayed with me. (x5)
With my desire to live,
with my desire to feel,
with my desire to sin,
with my desire to dream.
And you haven't left me anything,
and there are never any remains of nothing.
I dreamed of your panties
and you, you've stayed with me.
I dreamed of your panties,
your panties, your panties, your panties.