Pa Que Yo La Cantara - Melendi

Vivía en el talego

Con el culo para pocas bromas

Con cara de perro

Y con tablas pa' liarla gorda

Con su calavera

Tatuada en el hombro derecho

Que es la ultima moda

En la pasarela del infierno

Diciendo inocente se volvió loco

Y ¿quien pagara

Los platos rotos?

Puede que nadie

O puede que todos

Los que antes decían

Que solo era un loco

Al que le privaron de la luz del día

Y las rejas fueron el frió calor

Donde todo acababa

Se quito la vida y hizo esta canción

Pa' que yo la cantara

Pa' que yo la cantara

Verjao como un perro

Mordiscando el hueso de la vida

Su entretenimiento

Preparar la venganza bien fría

Pero unos segundos

Se hacen siglos en el cambalache

Y hace algunos años

Que bailaba al hierro de la cárcel

Diciendo inocente se volvió loco

Y ¿quien pagara

Los platos rotos?

Puede que nadie

O puede que todos

Los que antes decían

Que solo era un loco

Al que le privaron de la luz del día

Y las rejas fueron el frió calor

Donde todo acababa

Se quito la vida y hizo esta canción

Pa' que yo la cantara

Pa' que yo la cantara

Y las rejas fueron el frió calor

Donde todo acababa

Se quito la vida y hizo esta canción

Pa' que yo la cantara

Y se quedan mas

Que mudas las palabras

Y se apago la luz

En el penitenciario

Y el vis a vis que

Había tenia con la luna

Le convenció

Para llevar al otro barrio

Y no volvió a pintar

Con tiza en las paredes

Para contar días que

Eran como gotas de agua

Siempre encerrado

Entre cuatro putas paredes

En las que ya

No le cogían casi el alma

Y se quedaron mas que mudas las palabras

He lived in the bag

With the ass for a few jokes

dog-faced

And with boards to make a big mess

with his skull

Tattooed on the right shoulder

what is the latest fashion

On the catwalk of hell

Saying innocent he went crazy

And who will pay?

The broken dishes?

maybe no one

Or maybe all

those who used to say

that he was just crazy

The one who was deprived of the light of day

And the bars were the cold heat

where it all ended

He took his own life and made this song

So that I could sing it

So that I could sing it

I watch like a dog

Biting the bone of life

your entertainment

Prepare cold revenge

but a few seconds

Centuries are made in the exchange

and a few years ago

That he danced to the prison iron

Saying innocent he went crazy

And who will pay?

The broken dishes?

maybe no one

Or maybe all

those who used to say

that he was just crazy

The one who was deprived of the light of day

And the bars were the cold heat

where it all ended

He took his own life and made this song

So that I could sing it

So that I could sing it

And the bars were the cold heat

where it all ended

He took his life and made this song

So that I could sing it

and they stay more

that you change the words

And the light went out

in the penitentiary

And the vis a vis that

He had had with the moon

he convinced him

To take to the other neighborhood

And he did not return to paint

With chalk on the walls

to count days

They were like drops of water

always locked up

between four fucking walls

in which already

They hardly took his soul

And the words remained more than silent