Funambulista - Funambulista

Funambulista - Funambulista

  • Year of release: 2015
  • Language: Spanish
  • Duration: 2:20

Below is the lyrics of the song Funambulista , artist - Funambulista with translation

Lyrics " Funambulista "

Original text with translation

Funambulista

Funambulista

Original text

Para decirte la verdad debo empezar por el final

No tuve tiempo de llamarte

Hoy simplemente quiero andar

Para decirte la verdad debo empezar por el final

No tuve tiempo de llamarte

Hoy simplemente quiero andar

Mirar al cielo y esperar que caiga un platillo volante

Sacar las cosas de quicio

Sentirme tan bien

Serán los bares que piso

Seré funambulista, mañana el preso que escapó

Y el que perdió de vista al desdichado cantautor

Un loco en la autopista o aquel honrado boxeador

Que se tiró a una artista el mismo día que la amó

Tengo mi llave perdida en el fondo del mar

Una razón que me vale pa' no llegar esta noche al hogar

Y una mirada que dice que quiere jugar

Aún no cerraron las calles, aún no me pienso acostar

Sacar las cosas de quicio

Sentirme tan bien

Serán los bares que piso

Seré funambulista, mañana el preso que escapó

Y el que perdió de vista al desdichado cantautor

Un loco en la autopista o aquel honrado boxeador

Que se tiró a una artista el mismo día que la amó

Song translation

To tell you the truth I must start at the end

I didn't have time to call you

Today I just want to walk

To tell you the truth I must start at the end

I didn't have time to call you

Today I just want to walk

Look to the sky and wait for a flying saucer to fall

get things out of whack

feel so good

It will be the bars that I step on

I'll be a tightrope walker, tomorrow the prisoner who escaped

And the one who lost sight of the unfortunate singer-songwriter

A madman on the highway or that honest boxer

That he banged an artist the same day he loved her

I have my key lost at the bottom of the sea

A reason that is worth it for me not to come home tonight

And a look that says he wants to play

They haven't closed the streets yet, I still don't plan to go to bed

get things out of whack

feel so good

It will be the bars that I step on

I'll be a tightrope walker, tomorrow the prisoner who escaped

And the one who lost sight of the unfortunate singer-songwriter

A madman on the highway or that honest boxer

That he banged an artist the same day he loved her

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Dani Fernández, Funambulista • 2019

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