¿Tú No Lo Hueles? - Dano, Emelvi

When it’s over, does it show?

Does it leave an afterglow?

¿Tú no lo hueles?

Eh eh eh

¿Tú no lo hueles?

Eh eh eh

¿Tú no lo hueles?

Algo grande traman, está en tu cara mamón

¿Tú no lo hueles?

Eh eh eh

¿Tú no lo hueles?

Eh eh eh

¿Tú no lo hueles?

Algo grande traman (en el barrio), esta en tu cara mamón

Yo lo huelo, sudor de esfuerzo por consuelo

Licor de obrero y bien de colillas por los suelos

En la puerta del bar de abajo, abuelos

Poco cuerdos hablan de fútbol con los yernos

Por el patio interior, la comida del tercero

Se huele hasta en mi piso;

solomillo y dos huevos

Conozco muchos pillos con dos huevos

Pero sin olfato, ¡que no olieron la cárcel por los pelos!

Conozco pordioseros con modelos de novias

Con Zodiacs, le quitan memoria a los porreros

Las untan de colonia por los perros, para que no las

Huelan… las placas.

Y a ellas, por los celos

Aquí los edificios huelen mal y no hay porteros

De hecho, aquí las puertas se abren con los dedos

Entraron en mi casa esos dos memos

¡Me temo que tendré que hacerme el lobo y olfatear a esos corderos!

When it's over, does it show?

Does it leave an afterglow?

Don't you smell it?

eh eh eh

Don't you smell it?

eh eh eh

Don't you smell it?

They're up to something big, it's in your face sucker

Don't you smell it?

eh eh eh

Don't you smell it?

eh eh eh

Don't you smell it?

They're up to something big (in the neighborhood), it's in your face sucker

I smell it, sweat of effort for consolation

Worker's liquor and well of cigarette butts on the ground

At the door of the bar downstairs, grandparents

Little sane people talk about football with their sons-in-law

Through the inner courtyard, the food of the third

It smells even in my apartment;

sirloin and two eggs

I know many rascals with two eggs

But without smell, they didn't smell jail by the hair!

I know beggars with model brides

With Zodiacs, they take memory away from stoners

They smear them with cologne for the dogs, so they don't

Smell… the plates.

And to them, out of jealousy

Here the buildings smell bad and there are no doormen

In fact, here the doors open with your fingers

Those two memos entered my house

I'm afraid I'll have to play the wolf and sniff out those lambs!