El Diario No Hablaba De Ti - Maria Jimenez, Estopa

Miscellaneous

El Diario No Hablaba De Ti

Hoy dice el periodico que ha muertouna mujer que conoci

que ha perdido en su campo el atleti

y que ha amanecido nevando en paris

Que han pillado un alijo de coca

que a piscis y acuario les toca

el vinagre y la hiel

que aprobo el parlamento europeo

una ley a favor de abolir el deseo,

que falló la vacuna anti sida

que un golpe de estado ha triunfado

en la luna y movidas asi.

Pero nada decia la prensa de hoy

de esta sucia pasión

de este lunes marrón,

del obsceno sabor a cubata

de ron de tu piel

De olor a colonia barata del amanecer

Hoy, amor, como siempre

el diario no hablaba de ti, ni de mi

Hoy dijo la radio que han allado muerto

al niño que yo fui

que han pagado un pasote de pelas

por una acuarela falsa de Dalí

Que ha caido la bolsa en el cielo

que siguen las putas en huelga

de celo en moscu

Que subio la marea que fusilan mañana

a jesus de Judea.

QUe crecio el agujero de Ozono

que el hombre de hoy es el padre del mono

del año tres mil

Pero nada decia el programa de hoy

de este eclipse de mar

de este salto mortal

de tu voz tiritando en la cinta del contestador

de las manchas que deja el olvido

a traves del colchon

Hoy, amor, como siempre

el diario no hablaba de ti, ni de mi

Hoy, amor, como siempre

el diario no hablaba de ti, ni de mi

Hoy, amor, como siempre

el diario no hablaba de ti, ni de mi

Miscellaneous

The newspaper did not talk about you

Today the newspaper says that a woman I knew has died

that she has lost in her field of her athletics

and that she woke up snowing in paris

That they have caught a cache of coca

that it's up to pisces and aquarius

vinegar and gall

that the European Parliament approved

a law in favor of abolishing desire,

that the AIDS vaccine failed

that a coup has succeeded

on the moon and moved like that.

But nothing said today's press

of this dirty passion

of this brown monday,

of the obscene taste of Cubata

of rum from your skin

From smell to cheap sunrise cologne

Today, love, as always

the newspaper did not talk about you, nor about me

Today the radio said that they have been dead

to the boy that I was

who have paid a lot of pelas

by a false watercolor of Dalí

That the bag has fallen into the sky

that the whores on strike follow

of zeal in moscow

That the tide rose that they shoot tomorrow

to Jesus of Judea.

that the ozone hole grew

that the man of today is the father of the monkey

of the year three thousand

But nothing said today's program

of this sea eclipse

of this somersault

of your voice shivering on the answering machine tape

of the stains left by oblivion

through the mattress

Today, love, as always

the newspaper did not talk about you, nor about me

Today, love, as always

the newspaper did not talk about you, nor about me

Today, love, as always

the newspaper did not talk about you, nor about me