Rumba Triste - Estopa

¿Porque me cantas, rumbas tristes cuando estás borracha?

Porque te has quedado encerrada toda la noche en tu casa

Porque te acuerdas que he de olvidarte, que no recuerdas mi cara

Que nunca has servido un primer plato que ya no sirves para nada

Alegra esa cara, que si no llueve y no tengo paraguas

Sal a la calle y cruza la acera que no pasa nada, que no pasa nada

Dile a tu almohada, que yo pago el rescate que ya no estás secuestrada

Que ya no vives en marte

Que ya no sueñas con tener alas con tener alas, con tener alas

¡Ay, con tener alas!

Dime al oído, lo que ayer lloraste a gritos, si quieres que me vaya

Pues yo me voy, quien cree que ha ganado el premio entre todo lo

Que todo han perdido y ahora ya ves, yo me quedo contigo…

Alegra esa cara, que si no llueve y no tengo paraguas

Sal a la calle y cruza la acera que no pasa nada, que no pasa nada

Dile a tu almohada, que yo pago el rescate que ya no estás secuestrada

Que ya no vives en marte

Que ya no sueñas con tener alas con tener alas, con tener alas

¡Ay, con tener alas!

Why do you sing to me, sad rumba when you're drunk?

Because you've been locked up all night in your house

Because you remember that I have to forget you, that you don't remember my face

That you have never served a first course that you no longer serve at all

Make that face happy, if it doesn't rain and I don't have an umbrella

Go out into the street and cross the sidewalk that nothing happens, that nothing happens

Tell your pillow, that I pay the ransom, that you are no longer kidnapped

That you no longer live on Mars

That you no longer dream of having wings, of having wings, of having wings

Oh, with having wings!

Tell me in my ear, what you cried loudly yesterday, if you want me to go

Well, I'm leaving, who thinks that he has won the prize among all the

That everything has been lost and now you see, I'll stay with you...

Make that face happy, if it doesn't rain and I don't have an umbrella

Go out into the street and cross the sidewalk that nothing happens, that nothing happens

Tell your pillow, that I pay the ransom, that you are no longer kidnapped

That you no longer live on Mars

That you no longer dream of having wings, of having wings, of having wings

Oh, with having wings!