Cerrando bares - Cafe Quijano

Eras el típico muchacho formal

El hijo perfecto al que gusta estudiar

Y no solo eso encima tenías

A todas las niñas con su tontería

Detrás de tus huesos pidiéndote besos

Eras el jefe de ochenta soldados

Mas cien mequetrefes haciendo de malos

Y siendo un imberbe andabas en moto

Con un plumas verde haciéndote fotos

Para un calendario con chichas de barrio

Y siendo tas listo quien te ve y quien te ha visto

Sin arte ni oficio matándote a vicios

Cerrando bares que más te da

Pagando amores no das para más

Y ahora tienes los huesos con alcohol y sin besos

Para pocos excesos

Cerrando bares que más te da

Pagando amores no das para más

Y ahora tienes los huesos con alcohol y sin besos

Para pocos excesos

Que fácil era ser el pionero

Con un padre rico llenando el ropero

Y el resto queriendo a un padre modelo

Aunque solo tuviera fachada y dinero

Que no nos quisiera que solo nos diera

Y siento decirte que hoy me arrepiento

De haber envidiado a un padre contento

Solo con verte los bolsos repletos

De malos augurios y el falso respeto

De aquellos soldados de un tiempo pasado

Y siendo tan listo quien te ve y quien te ha visto

Si arte ni oficio matándote a vicios

Cerrando bares que más te da

Pagando amores no das para más

Y ahora tienes los huesos con alcohol y sin besos

Para pocos excesos

Cerrando bares qué más te da

Pagando amores con das para más

Y ahora tienes los huesos con alcohol y sin besos

Para pocos excesos

You were the typical formal boy

The perfect son who likes to study

And not only that, you had

To all the girls with their foolishness

Behind your bones asking you for kisses

You were the head of eighty soldiers

More than a hundred whippersnappers playing bad guys

And being a beardless you were riding a motorcycle

With a green pen taking pictures of you

For a calendar with neighborhood girls

And being so smart who sees you and who has seen you

Without art or trade killing you with vices

Closing bars that gives you the most

Paying love you do not give for more

And now you have the bones with alcohol and without kisses

For few excesses

Closing bars that gives you the most

Paying love you do not give for more

And now you have the bones with alcohol and without kisses

For few excesses

How easy it was to be the pioneer

With a rich dad stocking the closet

And the rest loving a model father

Even if it only had a facade and money

That he didn't want us that he only gave us

And I'm sorry to tell you that today I regret it

Of having envied a happy father

Just seeing your bags full

Of bad omens and false respect

Of those soldiers of a past time

And being so smart who sees you and who has seen you

If art or trade killing you with vices

Closing bars that gives you the most

Paying love you do not give for more

And now you have the bones with alcohol and without kisses

For few excesses

Closing bars what else gives you

Paying love with das for more

And now you have the bones with alcohol and without kisses

For few excesses