La Planta - Caos

Letra de «La Planta»

Si tú piensas que me has roto la maceta

No te preocupes

Ya me acostumbre a regarla

Y ya te me estabas pasando de verde

Mañana te secas

Yo me consigo otra planta

Pero que sea desértica

Oh si!

Desértica

Pero que sea desértica

Oh si!

Desértica

Así si la riego no

No me preocupo

Porque va estar muy bien

Asi si la riego no

Ya no me apuro

Como la regue contigo

Y que un sólo jardinero

Recoja el fruto

No como tu que ya estabas recogida

Y si es que otro se anima

Pues buena suerte

A ver si no se espina

Y te pareces tanto

A una enredadera

En cualquier tronco te atoras

Y le das vueltas

Con tus ramitas

Que se enredan donde quiera

Y entre tanto ramerio

Ya te apodamos «la ramera»

Y que un solo jardinero

Recoja el fruto

No como tu que ya estabas recogida

Y si es que otro se anima

Pues buena suerte

A ver si no se espina

Y te pareces tanto amor

A una enredadera

En cualquier tronco te atoras

Y le das vueltas

Con tus ramitas

Que se enredan donde quiera

Y entre tanto ramerio

Ya te apodamos «la ramera»

"The Plant" lyrics

If you think that you have broken my pot

Don't worry

I already got used to watering it

And you were already going green

tomorrow you dry

I get myself another plant

But let it be desert

Oh yeah!

desert

But let it be desert

Oh yeah!

desert

So if I water it, I don't

I do not worry

because it will be very good

So if I water it, no

I don't rush anymore

how i watered it with you

And that a single gardener

reap the fruit

Not like you who were already collected

And if another is encouraged

well good luck

Let's see if it doesn't thorn

And you look so much alike

to a vine

In any trunk you get stuck

And you spin it

with your twigs

that get tangled up wherever

And in the meantime

We already nicknamed you "the whore"

And that a single gardener

reap the fruit

Not like you who were already collected

And if another is encouraged

well good luck

Let's see if it doesn't thorn

And you look so much love

to a vine

In any trunk you get stuck

And you spin it

with your twigs

that get tangled up wherever

And in the meantime

We already nicknamed you "the whore"