Miente el After Hour - Divididos

Miente el After Hour - Divididos

  • Year of release: 2008
  • Language: Spanish
  • Duration: 3:51

Below is the lyrics of the song Miente el After Hour , artist - Divididos with translation

Lyrics " Miente el After Hour "

Original text with translation

Miente el After Hour

Divididos

Original text

Rey de la velocidad

No deja nada sin probar

Te ofrece todo, la sabe lunga

Arma un bar en cualquier lugar

Rey de la velocidad

Amanece en sociedad

Van cuatro «Cindor"y no me come

Baronazo, nazo y bar.

Nunca visto horizontal

Siempre a punto de explotar

Dice que no le hace mal

Miente el after hour

Miente el after hour.

Prende la moto en Pilar

Lindo jueves para arrancar

Lleno de brillos avanza el pavo

A triunfar en capital

Nunca visto horizontal

Siempre a punto de explotar

Dice que no le hace mal

Miente el after hour.

Y es así como entregó

Su cuerpo a General Paz

Sin planear pudo conocer

Lo que es volar sin querer

Ya no hay brillo

Baronazo nazo y bar

Sin días de «Cindor»

Anochece en soledad.

Ya no hay moto ni «poupe»

Hoy yogurt, caldito y flan

Por los pasillos avanza el pavo

Contando historias de quien fue.

Nunca visto horizontal

Siempre a punto de explotar

Dice que no le hace mal.

Miente el after hour

Miente el after hour

Miente el after hour.

Song translation

king of speed

Leave nothing untried

She offers you everything, she knows it lunga

Build a bar anywhere

king of speed

dawn in society

There are four «Cindor" and he doesn't eat me

Baronazo, nazo and bar.

never seen horizontal

Always about to explode

She says it doesn't hurt

lies the after hour

The after hour lies.

Turn on the motorcycle in Pilar

nice thursday to start

Full of glitter the turkey advances

To succeed in capital

never seen horizontal

Always about to explode

He says it doesn't hurt him

The after hour lies.

And that's how she delivered

His body from him to General Paz

Without planning she was able to meet

What it is to fly accidentally

there is no shine

Baronazo nazo and bar

No "Cindor" days

It gets dark in solitude.

There is no longer a motorcycle or «poupe»

Today yogurt, broth and flan

The turkey advances through the corridors

Telling stories of who he was.

never seen horizontal

Always about to explode

He says it doesn't hurt him.

lies the after hour

lies the after hour

The after hour lies.

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