Gatos Pardos
Todos se acuestan,
Me qedo solo,
Todas se acuestan y no es conmigo,
Yo me pregunto
Que hago aqui piyado,
Sentado en este bordillo.
Y siempre quien se toma la ultima copa,
Siempre quien bebe del ultimo vaso,
Siempre a quien le espera la señora,
Siempre a quien le exan de todos los antros.
Pero yo se que hay algunos,
Algunos varios que ni de noche,
Son gatos pardos
Que sueñan que vuelan,
Que nadie les esta esperando,
Que exprimen fuerte a la madrugada,
Aver si sale ilusion por la cara,
Buscando a la vida...
Que la cosa esta mu mala,
Mu mala mu mala
Mu mala mu mala,
Mu mala.
Donde estara aora mi cama,
Donde quiera que este...
Mi cama mia, tu cama es tuya,
Y yo aora estoy caliente y tu no esta fria,
Porque no te olvidas oi de tu cama,
Porque la mia la tengo vacia,
Y acosta de tu wisky me pongo borraxo,
A costa de un biscote me pongo fino,
Que tengo las ideas por los suelos,
Y esta noche no las e recogido.
Pero yo se que hay algunos,
Algunos varios que ni de noche,
Son gatos pardos ,
Que sueñan que vuelan,
Que nadie les esta esperando,
Que exprimen fuerte a la madrugada,
Aver si sale ilusion por la cara,
Buscando a la vida,
Que la cosa ta mu mala.
Brown Cats
Everyone goes to bed,
I stay alone,
All go to bed and it's not with me,
I wonder
What am I doing here caught,
Sitting on this curb.
And always the one who takes the last drink,
Always the one who drinks from the last glass,
Always the one the lady is waiting for,
Always the one they kick out of all the joints.
But I know there are some,
Several who not even at night,
Are brown cats
Dreaming they fly,
No one is waiting for them,
Squeezing hard at dawn,
To see if there's a glimmer of hope on their face,
Looking for life...
Things are really bad,
Really bad really bad
Really bad really bad,
Really bad.
Where is my bed now,
Wherever it may be...
My bed is mine, your bed is yours,
And now I'm warm and you're not cold,
Why don't you forget today about your bed,
Because mine is empty,
And thanks to your whiskey I get drunk,
Thanks to a biscuit I get refined,
My ideas are on the ground,
And tonight I haven't picked them up.
But I know there are some,
Several who not even at night,
Are brown cats,
Dreaming they fly,
No one is waiting for them,
Squeezing hard at dawn,
To see if there's a glimmer of hope on their face,
Looking for life,
The situation is very bad.