Tú que... yo que - Rosendo

Yo siempre discreto miro

Y bien donde me meto

Y al revés… tu siempre al revés

Yo con mis respetos

Pero llegas tu saltando el seto

Y es que los dos estamos siempre igual

Tu muy de soslayo

Y yo a la minima me extraño

De decir y de no callar

Tu con el desmayo o yo que venga

Ya y me parta un rayo

Y es que los dos estamos siempre igual

Siempre igual

Vengo yo canalla

Y tu cortando cual cizalla, digo yo

Tu no dices na

Yo que no te vayas y tu caminito de la playa

Y es que los dos estamos siempre igual

Tu muy responsable y yo que soy poco fiable

Tu que sí… yo con si con sa

Tu con los aceites yo bregando con uñas y dientes

Y es que los dos estamos siempre igual

Siempre igual

Siempre igual, siempre igual

Ando que si anduve y tu que si…

Con b o con v, yo que a cien…

Tu que ni pa tras

Yo que no me sube y tu

Mientras viendo pasar las nubes

Y es que los dos estamos siempre igual

Yo que pelo suelto

Y tu que un par de coletas

Yo hasta aquí…

Tu que un poco mas

Digo yo que aprietas

Y tu que me vaya a hacer puñetas

I always discreetly look

And well where do I get

And backwards… you always backwards

me with my respects

But you arrive jumping the hedge

And it is that we are both always the same

You very sideways

And I at least miss myself

To say and not to be silent

You with the fainting or me to come

Now and I'm struck by lightning

And it is that we are both always the same

Always the same

I come scoundrel

And you cutting which shears, I say

you don't say na

Me that you don't go away and your little path to the beach

And it is that we are both always the same

You are very responsible and I am unreliable

You that yes… I with yes with sa

You with the oils and I struggle tooth and nail

And it is that we are both always the same

Always the same

Always the same, always the same

Ando that if I walked and you that if…

With b or with v, I than a hundred…

You that neither pa after

I don't go up and you

While watching the clouds go by

And it is that we are both always the same

I that loose hair

And you, what a pair of pigtails

I up to here...

You that a little more

I say that you press

And you that is going to give me hell