Descatalogando - Estopa

Descatalogando - Estopa

  • Year of release: 2008
  • Language: Spanish
  • Duration: 3:22

Below is the lyrics of the song Descatalogando , artist - Estopa with translation

Lyrics " Descatalogando "

Original text with translation

Descatalogando

Estopa

Original text

Dicen que los gitanos de Barcelona

Saben tocar la rumba mucho mejor

Saben que bono aunque la bolsa no sona

Pero que saben que existe un mundo mucho mejor

La luna y las estrellas son su bandera

Se pasan las mañanitas tomando el sol

Si sopla tramontana se desnivelaaa

Hay que tener remate y coloca… cion

Que yo me voy pa rambla…

En busca de mi compare

Si yo me voy pa la mina

Yo me voy con mi compare

Si yoooooo

No naci gitano no!

No quiero ser payo yo!

No tengo raza ni cre-do ni religion!

Especie por determinar

Fuera de catalogacion

En este mundo subreal

Falta imaginacion

Dicen las 4 esquinas que me conocen

Que le pongo a las cosas el corazon

Que se me ve vagando todas las tardes

Que se me ve perdido sin direccion

Si sopla tramontana me desnivelooo

Vivo recluido bajo un techo de hormigon

Me cuesta tanto poder mirar al cielooo

Preso preventivo… dentro de una cancion

Que yo me voy pa rambla…

En busca de mi compare

Si yo me voy pa la mina

Yo me voy con mi compare

Si yoooooo

No naci gitano no!

No quiero ser payo yo!

Song translation

They say that the gypsies of Barcelona

They know how to play the rumba much better

They know that bonus even if the bag does not sound

But who know that there is a much better world

The moon and the stars are their flag

They spend the morning sunbathing

If tramontana blows it unevens

You have to have auction and placement

I'm going to Rambla...

In search of me compare

If I go to the mine

I go with my compare

yes yooooo

I was not born a gypsy, no!

I don't want to be payo me!

I have no race, no creed, no religion!

Species to be determined

out of cataloging

In this surreal world

Lack of imagination

They say the 4 corners that know me

That I put my heart into things

That you see me wandering every afternoon

That I look lost without direction

If the tramontana blows I lose level

I live secluded under a concrete roof

It's so hard for me to look at the sky

Preventive prisoner... inside a song

I'm going to Rambla...

In search of me compare

If I go to the mine

I go with my compare

yes yooooo

I was not born a gypsy, no!

I don't want to be payo me!

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