Ratones Coloraos - Sergio Contreras

Ira Quintero

Que tu vas sobrao

Rescatando esos ratones coloraos

Ira Quintero

Que tu vas sobrao

Rescatando esos ratones coloraos

Naino naino nainona…

Cucha, cucha

Cucha la voz del loco

Y limpiate los mocos

Y no te comas el coco

Tiene razon

Esto es un mundo de locos

Te consume poco a poco

Siente la brisa

Y el aire fresco

De otra manera de pensar

De pasar ¿que no?

Siente el calor

Y la ilusion

De un mundo que puede ser

mejor ¿que no?

Que por vivir aqui, asi

No tienes que pedir perdon

Por eso alzo la voz del corazon

Por que en mi vida

Quiero mandar yo Ira tan solo yo Jesus Quintero

Aqui uno que te escucha

No dejes nunca la lucha

No pares de luchar

Y que nadie te pueda callar

Con tu manera de pensar

Ay un loco en la colina

Que escucharlo a mi me alegra

Se llama Jesus Quintero

Y si lo piensas

Majareta los demas

Ira Quintero

Que tu vas sobrao

Rescatando esos ratones coloraos

Ira Quintero

Que tu vas sobrao

Con los ratones coloraos

Los ratones coloraos

Un soplo de libertad

En esta sociedad de locos

En la que vamos como motos

Y no podemos ni respirar

Ni respirar aahh

Parate y respira hondo a fondo

Y fijate un pokito mas

En las cosas de verdad

No vivas a lo loko

Y sin cuidar a tu gente

A la amistad

Deja de aparentar

De figurar

Y vive de verdad

Con la sinceridad

A que vas a esperar

Si al final se te ira la via

Y te arrepentiras

Te digo lo que siento

Por que lo piento

y sigo viendo a Quintero

A ese loco de la colina

Que si lo miras de verdad

Majareta los demas

Ay un loco en la colina

Que escucharlo a mi me alegra

Se llama Jesus Quintero

Y si lo piensas

Majareta los demas

Naino nainanaino

Ira Quintero

that you are left over

Rescuing those red mice

Ira Quintero

that you are left over

Rescuing those red mice

Naino naino nainona…

spoon, spoon

Hear the voice of the madman

And wipe your nose

And don't eat the coconut

Is right

This is a crazy world

It consumes you little by little

feel the breeze

and the fresh air

in another way of thinking

To pass, what not?

feel the heat

and the illusion

Of a world that can be

better, what not?

That for living here, like this

You don't have to apologize

That's why I raise the voice of the heart

why in my life

I want to send Ira only me Jesus Quintero

Here one who listens to you

never give up the fight

Don't stop fighting

And that no one can shut you up

with your way of thinking

There is a madman on the hill

That listening to it makes me happy

His name is Jesus Quintero

and if you think about it

madareta the others

Ira Quintero

that you are left over

Rescuing those red mice

Ira Quintero

that you are left over

with the red mice

the red mice

A breath of freedom

In this crazy society

In which we go like motorcycles

And we can't even breathe

Or breathe aahh

Stand up and take a deep breath

And look a little more

in the real things

Don't live crazy

And without taking care of your people

to friendship

stop pretending

to figure

and live for real

with sincerity

what are you waiting for

If in the end your way will go

and you will regret

I tell you what I feel

why do i think so

and I keep seeing Quintero

To that madman on the hill

What if you really look at it

madareta the others

There is a madman on the hill

That listening to it makes me happy

His name is Jesus Quintero

and if you think about it

madareta the others

naino nainanaino