Below is the lyrics of the song La carretera , artist - Hombres G with translation
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Hombres G
Calla, duerme, piensa
Queda mucho por andar
La carretera es tensa
Y llueve sin parar
Curvas, baches, bares
Perros muertos sn collar
Y la msica que t
Haz traido para recordar
Aquella nia, que sabe Dios
Donde estar
Me paso la vida
Marcando un nuevo rumbo
De comida, con mi ropa
Oliendo a humo y tu estars
Dormida, en tu cuarto lleno de fotos
Y yo jugando mi partida
Con los pantalones rotos
Intentando que la voz me aguante
Hasta el final, y tocaremos
Sufre mamn
Y ya en el camerino
Bebe agua y relajate
La toalla robada de un hotel
Y los autografos que das
Que no sabes su valr
Tu los das, porqu no darlos?
Y quizieras irte ya, te duele la
Espalda, te miras a un espejo
Y ves sudor y whiskey y agua
Y mientras tu
Estas en casa, donde el tiempo no pasa
Y no paro de pensar en ti,
Sueo con las calles de Madrid
Los tcnicos recojen
Todo el mundo se ha ido ya
Ya no quedan ilusiones
Solo cajas que cargar
Y un camin que espera
Para llevarte a otro lugar
Donde tocaremos
Sufre mamn devuelveme a mi chica
shut up, sleep, think
There is a long way to go
the road is tense
And it rains nonstop
curves, potholes, bars
dead dogs without collar
And the music that you
You have brought to remember
That girl, who knows God
Where to be
I spend my life
charting a new course
Of food, with my clothes
Smelling like smoke and you'll be
Asleep, in your room full of photos
And me playing my game
with ripped pants
Trying to hold my voice
Until the end, and we'll play
suffer mamn
And already in the dressing room
drink water and relax
The towel stolen from a hotel
And the autographs you give
That you don't know its worth
You give them, why not give them?
And maybe you could leave now, it hurts
Back, you look in a mirror
And you see sweat and whiskey and water
and while you
You are at home, where time does not pass
And I can't stop thinking about you,
I dream of the streets of Madrid
The technicians collect
Everybody's already gone
there are no more illusions
Only boxes to load
And a truck that waits
To take you to another place
where will we play
Suffer mamn give me back my girl
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