Olor a Gas - Los Tres

En la cocina hay olor a gas

Está todo apagado, hay luna en paz

No tengo hambre, voy a revisar

Hay masa en el horno, y no es de pan

Olor a una carne, mantel y sal

Es Semana Santa, Sol celestial

Sin sábanas, sin un colchón

Duerme tranquilo como un lirón

Seco el corazón…

En la cocina había olor a gas

Ya no cuenta ovejas, hoy duerme en paz

Busco mi camisa a tientas, voy a desfilar

Planchada y de fiesta, hay olor a gas

Olor a una carne, mantel y sal

Es Semana Santa, Sol celestial

Sin sábanas, sin un colchón

Duerme tranquilo como un lirón

Seco el corazón…

Olor a gas…

Olor a gas…

Olor a gas…

Olor a gas…

There is a smell of gas in the kitchen

Everything is off, there is a moon in peace

I'm not hungry, I'll check

There's dough in the oven, and it's not bread

Smell of meat, tablecloth and salt

It's Holy Week, heavenly sun

Without sheets, without a mattress

sleep easy as a dormouse

I dry my heart...

There was a smell of gas in the kitchen

He no longer counts sheep, today he sleeps in peace

I grope for my shirt, I'm going to parade

Ironed and partying, there is a smell of gas

Smell of meat, tablecloth and salt

It's Holy Week, heavenly sun

Without sheets, without a mattress

sleep easy as a dormouse

I dry my heart...

Smell of gas…

Smell of gas…

Smell of gas…

Smell of gas…