Estadio Azteca - Andrés Calamaro

Prendido

A tu botella vacía,

Esa que antes, siempre tuvo gusto a nada.

Apretando los dedos, agarrándole, dándole mi vida,

A ese para-avalanchas

Cuando era niño,

Y conocí el estadio azteca,

Me quedé duro, me aplastó ver al gigante,

De grande me volvió a pasar lo mismo,

Pero ya estaba duro mucho antes…

Dicen que hay,

Dicen que hay,

Un mundo de tentaciones,

También hay caramelos

Con forma de corazones…

Dicen que hay,

Bueno, malo,

Dicen que hay mas o menos,

Dicen que hay algo que tener,

Y no muchos tenemos…

Y no muchos tenemos…

Prendido,

A tu botella vacía,

Esa que antes, siempre tuvo gusto a nada.

on

to your empty bottle,

The one that before, she always liked nothing.

Squeezing the fingers, grabbing him, giving him my life,

To that para-avalanche

When he was a child,

And I met the Aztec stadium,

I was hard, I was crushed to see the giant,

When he grew up, the same thing happened to me again,

But it was already hard long before…

They say there is

They say there is

A world of temptations,

There are also candies

In the shape of hearts...

They say there is

Good bad,

They say there is more or less,

They say there's something to have

And not many of us have...

And not many of us have...

on,

to your empty bottle,

The one that before, always liked nothing.