TAN FRÍO English Translation Lyrics by Recycled J
Eh, eh, eh-eh
Yeah-eh
Ten thousand on the table, next to a bag
Three lines of strawberry, the “Oro Rosa” CD
For those things, I’m so cold, I’m so—
“Baby, we’ll talk tomorrow, now I can’t”
I have to catch another flight and we’re taking off, but
Even if I’m just a passenger here
You know what we have isn’t temporary, yeah
Above money, cars, and leather
The “I miss you”s and the “I love you”s
The damn script of a washed-up actor
In mourning for my brother
In bloom like the flower in your hair
After all, who cares if I die?
Besides you and the gardener
That’s what I tell myself, see how much I care
I’m the last soldier against the wrong side, but well
I grew up in the rough
That’s what I want, chaos, chaos
Half a meter away and I can’t even read you
A swan among ugly ducklings
Ten thousand on the table, a bouquet of roses
Cans of beer and a butterfly
For those things, I’m so cold, I’m so—
Ten thousand on the table, next to a bag
And three lines of strawberry, the “Oro Rosa” CD
For those things, I’m so cold, I’m so—
Ten thousand on the table-a-a
Three lines of strawberry-a-a
For those things, for those things
For those things, I’m so—
So sad, sad like a bolero
The old Jorgero, panda Trupe, brown-noser
He’s turned into a crybaby and was a fucking all-terrain
Because of love for that model and the game
Ice on the neck, this and that
The nightmare, the hustle, the camel
Living a dream; living without a master
Is something I learned since I was little
Good among the bad, handsome among the ugly
So anesthetized, by that poison
I’m walking possessed
You’re a fallen angel from heaven
And I want another taste to see if it’s like the ground
Mmmm
Your face is a candy
Because it’s sugar passed through fire
Like a gift with a new bow
Cut off my tail, like a bullfighter
Ten thousand on the table, a bouquet of roses
Cans of beer and a butterfly
For those things, I’m so cold, I’m so—
Ten thousand on the table, next to a bag
And three lines of strawberry, the “Oro Rosa” CD
For those things, I’m so cold, I’m so—
Ten thousand on the table-a-a
Three lines of strawberry-a-a
For those things, for those things
For those things, I’m so—
Ten thousand on the table-a-a
Three lines of strawberry, the “Oro Ro—”
For those things, for those things
For those things, I’m so—