Suma y Sigue - Estopa

Y una vez soñé que estaba en un casino

Que gané un millón y que iba de camino de burlarme

A una rubia potente que me apoyaba

Sus pechos despampanantes mientras yo ganaba

Ganaba y ganaba, y ganaba

Y gané mucha pasta más con mi rubia del brazo

Y jugando a las tragaperras me agencié otro kilazo

Suma y sigue, sube, sale la pasta, cógela

Que tus manos me queman y el dinero me llama

Llevas en la mirada tres cirsas en línea de la pantalla

Después fuimos a cenar a un sitio de cinco estrellas

Y comimos caviar, y abrimos una botella

De rioja del 67, que aún no había probado

La verdad es que no es tan diferente del as del caprabo, en fin

Bebimos, bebimos

Y vi una máquina al fondo del pasillo

El premio era de 500.000 y estaba al rojo vivo

Niña, tráete otro vinillo

Suma y sigue, sube, sale la pasta, cógela

Que tus manos me queman y el dinero me llama

Llevas en la mirada tres cirsas en línea de la pantalla

Y ya no me acuerdo cómo se acababa

Sólo sé que al final todo se estropeaba

Pero, desde el sueño

Mi dinero se gasta sólo en las tragaperras

Suma y sigue, sube, sale la pasta, cógela

Que tus manos me queman y el dinero me llama

Llevas en la mirada tres cirsas en línea de la pantalla

And once I dreamed that I was in a casino

That I won a million and that I was on my way to mock

To a powerful blonde who supported me

Her stunning breasts while I won

I won and I won, and I won

And I made a lot more dough with my blonde on my arm

And playing slot machines I managed another mile

Add and continue, go up, the pasta comes out, take it

That your hands burn me and the money calls me

You have in your eyes three cirsas in line of the screen

Then we went to dinner at a five star place

And we ate caviar, and we opened a bottle

Rioja from '67, which I hadn't tried yet

The truth is that it is not so different from the caprabo's ace, anyway

We drank, we drank

And I saw a machine down the hall

The prize was 500,000 and it was red hot

Girl, bring another vinyl

Add and continue, go up, the pasta comes out, take it

That your hands burn me and the money calls me

You have in your eyes three cirsas in line of the screen

And I no longer remember how it ended

I only know that in the end everything was spoiled

But from the dream

My money is spent only on slots

Add and continue, go up, the pasta comes out, take it

That your hands burn me and the money calls me

You have in your eyes three cirsas in line of the screen