Miel
Si yo tuviera otra suerte
Tanta suerte no habría sido
Por suerte quiso la suerte
De suerte dejarme surtido
Y si pudiera detenerme
No me habría detenido
Y si dijesen para siempre
Ya les habría interrumpido
Y si yo fuese una ruleta
Iría con todo al cero
Y si fuese una cometa
Volaría mirando al suelo
Pa tener los pies a la tierra
Y a la vez mantenerme alto
Si fueses tu con quien yo fuera
Pisaría asfalto hasta descalzo
Sal a mirar el mundo y que te cunda el café
Viaja lo más profundo que no se cansen jamás tus pies
Llama la llama tuya y avívala con nuestra piel
Por algo el agua es tan pura y por algo no caduca la miel
Y como amaría la hierba
Si yo fuese una vaca
Ay si yo fuese un pintor
No sería de los que destacan
Sería de los que pintan porque quieren
Y quieren cuando no pintan
De los que quieren cuando quieren
Querer solo cosas distintas
Y si yo fuese un autor clásico
Me habrían robado la obra
Y si fuese una comida
Sería un tupper con las sobras
Ay como envidiaría el mar
Si yo fuera un pez de río
Como odiaría viajar
Si todo el mundo fuera mío
Así que sal a mirar el mundo y que te cunda el café
Viaja a lo más profundo que no se cansen jamás tus pies
Llama la llama tuya y avívala con nuestra piel
Por algo el agua es tan pura y por algo no caduca la miel
Así que sal a mirar el mundo y que te cunda el café
Viaja a lo más profundo que no se cansen jamás tus pies
Llama la llama tuya y avívala con nuestra piel
Por algo el agua es tan pura y por algo no caduca la miel
Honey
If I had another luck
So much luck wouldn't have been
Luckily, luck wanted
By luck, to leave me supplied
And if I could stop
I wouldn't have stopped
And if they said forever
I would have interrupted them already
And if I were a roulette
I would go all in on zero
And if I were a kite
I would fly looking at the ground
To have my feet on the ground
And at the same time stay high
If you were who I were
I would step on asphalt until barefoot
Go out to see the world and let the coffee be profitable
Travel to the deepest so your feet never get tired
Call your own flame and ignite it with our skin
For something the water is so pure and for something the honey never expires
And how I would love the grass
If I were a cow
Oh if I were a painter
I wouldn't be one who stands out
I would be one who paints because they want
And they want when they're not painting
Of those who want when they want
To only want different things
And if I were a classic author
They would have stolen my work
And if I were a meal
I would be a Tupperware with leftovers
Oh how I would envy the sea
If I were a river fish
How I would hate to travel
If the whole world were mine
So go out to see the world and let the coffee be profitable
Travel to the deepest so your feet never get tired
Call your own flame and ignite it with our skin
For something the water is so pure and for something the honey never expires
So go out to see the world and let the coffee be profitable
Travel to the deepest so your feet never get tired
Call your own flame and ignite it with our skin
For something the water is so pure and for something the honey never expires
Escrita por: Oli Reise & LuisSupertramp / Roy Borland