Gatos celestes - Melendi

En la puerta de la disco

Dos gallitos se pelean

Y un ratero que esta listo, le echa el ojo a una cartera

Un galán encorbatado, muy formal y predispuesto

Le solicita un servicio de esos que no pagan impuestos

A una dama, con la moral distraída…

Y en la acera de enfrente dos policías

Disfrazados de secretas, o es lo que ellas interpretan observando la jauría

Y la luna brindando por ellas, las mas bellas las botellas

Y la noche pasando de todo en los coches, picándose, quemando ruedas

Y en el barrio mas disparos, que en un espagueti western

Y los gatos mas guepardos son celestes

Y en la esquina de la barra puestos hay dos cara duras

Que de cada cinco copas solamente pagan una

Y su amiga la camarera que es adicta a la anestesia

Le suele pagar en carne lo que le dan en especia

Y un gitano que se llevan detenido

Grita desesperado se han confundido

Agente soy inocente

El que usted está buscando lleva ralla al otro lado

Y la luna brindando por ellas, las mas bellas las botellas

Y la noche pasando de todo en los coches, picándose, quemando ruedas

Y en el barrio mas disparos, que en un espagueti western

Y los gatos mas guepardos son celestes

Y los tejados llenos de gatos del este

Unos huyen de si mismos y otros huyen de la gente

Porque nadie les comprende

Dios los trae y ellos se juntan por lo callejones

Para contarse batallas de vidas y amores

Maquillando sus historias que imaginaciones

Y la luna brindando por ellas, las mas bellas las botellas

Y la noche pasando de todo en los coches, picándose, quemando ruedas

Y en el barrio mas disparos, que en un espagueti western

Y los gatos mas guepardos son celestes

At the door of the disco

Two roosters fight

And a pickpocket who's smart takes a look at a wallet

A gallant in a tie, very formal and predisposed

He asks for a service of those who do not pay taxes

To a lady, with distracted morals...

And on the sidewalk opposite two policemen

Disguised as secrets, or is that what they interpret by observing the pack

And the moon toasting them, the most beautiful bottles

And the night spending everything in the cars, getting stung, burning wheels

And in the neighborhood more shots than in a spaghetti western

And the most cheetah cats are light blue

And in the corner of the bar stalls there are two hard faces

That out of every five drinks they only pay for one

And her friend of hers the waitress who is addicted to anesthesia

She usually pays him in meat what they give her in spice

And a gypsy who is arrested

He shouts desperately they have been confused

Agent I'm innocent

The one you are looking for leads to the other side

And the moon toasting them, the most beautiful bottles

And the night spending everything in the cars, getting stung, burning wheels

And in the neighborhood more shots than in a spaghetti western

And the most cheetah cats are light blue

And the rooftops full of eastern cats

Some run away from themselves and others run away from people

because no one understands them

God brings them and they hang out in the alleys

To tell each other battles of lives and loves

Making up their stories that imaginations

And the moon toasting them, the most beautiful bottles

And the night spending everything in the cars, getting stung, burning wheels

And in the neighborhood more shots than in a spaghetti western

And the most cheetah cats are light blue