Hasta el cielo - Andrés Calamaro

Mis abuelos en el campo de algodón

Me enseñaron a cantar para vivir

Y mi amigo el del Blues de Santa Fe

A vivir para tocar el rock y el blues

Si hasta el cielo con su gris

Parece colorear con su gris esta canción

Si hasta el cielo con su gris

Parece colorear con su gris esta canción

Para sobrevivir al mundo nuevo

Necesito el cinturón bien ajustado

Porque puede seguir pasando el tiempo

(Pero lo que no cambia es este culo que tengo bien apretado)

Si hasta el cielo con su gris

Parece colorear con su gris esta canción

Si hasta el cielo con su gris

Parece colorear con su gris

Esta canción me la enseñaron

Mis abuelos en el campo de algodón

Me enseñaron a cantar para vivir

Y mi amigo el del Blues de Santa Fe

A vivir para tocar el rock y el blues

Si hasta el cielo con su gris

Parece colorear con su gris esta canción

Si hasta el cielo con su gris

Parece colorear con su gris esta canción

My grandparents in the cotton field

I was taught to sing for a living

And my friend from the Santa Fe Blues

To live to play rock and blues

If up to the sky with his gray

It seems to color this song with its gray

If up to the sky with his gray

It seems to color this song with its gray

To survive the new world

I need the belt well adjusted

'Cause time can go on

(But what doesn't change is this tight ass)

If up to the sky with his gray

It seems to color this song with its gray

If up to the sky with his gray

It seems to color with its gray

This song was taught to me

My grandparents in the cotton field

I was taught to sing for a living

And my friend from the Santa Fe Blues

To live to play rock and blues

If up to the sky with his gray

It seems to color this song with its gray

If up to the sky with his gray

It seems to color this song with its gray