Porro a Porro
Hay una puerta entre abierta,entre tu boca
y la mia,hay una palabra muerta una mirada
vacía.Hay un silencio que mata,una escalera que sube
y una duda que me baja y una cabeza en las nubes.
Lo reconozco,fumo porros a diario,me fumo uno y
es como poner la radío,pero por dentro de mi amarga
cabeza,siempre tan sola y tan llena de tristeza.
Me salen las canciones que amí más me molan,
las musiquillas que amí más me motivan,las
amarguras se vuelven amapolas y las tristezas
me alegran la vidaaaa.
anda,dame que fume porque me siento solo,
dame de fumar porque no quiero estar triste,no.
Calada a calada,porro a porro,se desnuda el aire
la luna se viste.
Dejame que fume porque me siento solo,
dame de fumar porque no quiero estar triste,no.
Calada a calada,porro a porro.Se desnuda el aire la luna
se viste.
Joint by Joint
There is a half-open door, between your mouth
and mine, there is a dead word, an empty look
There is a silence that kills, a staircase that goes up
and a doubt that brings me down and a head in the clouds.
I admit it, I smoke joints daily, I smoke one and
it's like turning on the radio, but inside my bitter
head, always so lonely and so full of sadness.
The songs that I love come out,
the tunes that motivate me the most, the
bitterness turns into poppies and the sadness
brightens my life.
Come on, give me something to smoke because I feel lonely,
give me something to smoke because I don't want to be sad, no.
Drag by drag, joint by joint, the air undresses
the moon dresses up.
Let me smoke because I feel lonely,
give me something to smoke because I don't want to be sad, no.
Drag by drag, joint by joint. The air undresses, the moon
dresses up.