Buitre no come alpiste - Extremoduro

Dnde estabas tantas horas?

Juntos en la misma habitacin

-mirando subir las olas-

preparadito para la accin.

Si la suerte me abandona

y dice que no quiere verme,

le llamar estafadora

me ha robado mientras duerme.

Me he pasado tantas horas

viendo de los ptalos la flor,

que se me acerca una amapola

y me vuelve a la boca to’l sabor.

Mrame a los ojos;

s qu ests pensando.

De tu cabeza quiero beber caldo.

Para matar mis dudas y subir hasta tu luna.

Trate en suelo;

vete colocando.

De tu entrepierna quiero beber caldo

y como ratas de basura: Desorden y Soledad

se fueron vindote llegar.

Ella se esconde el aire

que rodea el sonido de mi voz

y yo me entreno como un perro

para que le muerda mi cancin.

Si la suerte me abandona

y ves que estoy un poco triste,

es que t eres una zorra

y un buitre no come alpiste.

Y si te sientes perdedora

scate de la boca el amor

y devulveme todas las horas

que paso pensando que somos dos.

Mrame a los ojos;

s qu ests pensando.

De tu cabeza quiero beber caldo.

Para matar mis dudas y subir hasta tu luna.

Trate en suelo;

vete colocando.

De tu entrepierna quiero beber caldo

y como ratas de basura: Desorden y Soledad

se fueron vindote llegar.

Ser que te han cogido miedo de saber

que ests mas loca…

que yo, que necesito ver amanecer

cuando no toca.

Where were you for so many hours?

together in the same room

-watching the waves rise-

ready for action.

If luck deserts me

and she says that he doesn't want to see me,

I will call you a scammer

she has robbed me in my sleep.

I have spent so many hours

seeing the flower from the petals,

that a poppy approaches me

and all the flavor returns to my mouth.

Look me in the eye;

I know what you're thinking.

From your head I want to drink broth.

To kill my doubts and go up to your moon.

Treat on ground;

go placing

I want to drink broth from your crotch

and as garbage rats: Disorder and Solitude

They left seeing you arrive.

She hides the air

that surrounds the sound of my voice

and I train like a dog

for her to bite my song.

If luck deserts me

and you see that I'm a little sad,

is that you are a bitch

and a vulture does not eat birdseed.

And if you feel like a loser

scate love from the mouth

and give me back every hour

What happened thinking that we are two.

Look me in the eye;

I know what you're thinking.

From your head I want to drink broth.

To kill my doubts and go up to your moon.

Treat on ground;

go placing

I want to drink broth from your crotch

and as garbage rats: Disorder and Solitude

They left seeing you arrive.

Being that they have taken you afraid of knowing

what are you more crazy ...

that I, that I need to see sunrise

when not playing.