Estopa
Miscellaneous
Nasio Pa La Legria
He was born for joy,
He never despises some potatoes
Sometimes he suffers agony
The soul sells cheap
He gets up every day, wanting to go to the square
He gets rid of his manias with the fire of a cigar
Let them say that it is already day, let the dawn die
Let the last breeze blow, last poisoned hour
He goes to bed at noon
With a pretty face
Thinking a thousand nonsense
Looking for the bed on all fours
One glance was lost< br/>The dilated pupils
Here there is no god who laughs
Damn the early light
because when you get involved
The dawn deceives you
And the nine symphonies
You can listen to them from your pillow
And the truth is that things are not bad for the kid
Because he knows that time is slipping away
And he rolls up the windows and it starts to blow
br/>The little air of the light of dawn
One night when the pack left his house
It was a very cold night and even the rats were freezing
And I found him asleep covered up of frost
Come, it's very cold, come run home
You shouldn't have gone out, you've already been going a long way
I find you very angry, my soul shrinks
And the truth is that things are not bad for the kid
Because he knows that time is slipping away
And he raises the windows and it starts to blow
The little air of dawn light
And the truth is that things are not bad for the kid
Because he knows that time is slipping away
And he raises the windows when it begins to blow
The little air of dawn light

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN