Grillos - Taburete

Estaba yo tumbado, tirado en la terraza

Y no sabía si ella me buscaba, me quería olvidar

Nos engañamos, nos castigamos a conciencia

Pero hasta un día se va a la mierda ya no hay más brindar

¿Y qué mas dan los corazones de otros?

Los grillos cantan y es lo que importa

Que les den a todas un poco

Y si se va, bailaremos sin querer bailar

Las nubes grises se han puesto azules

Azules de tanto llorar

Esta puta camisa que me cuenta sus penas

Y una baraja de corazones que pide un bypass

Y si tiene que llover café, pues cojones que llueva

Que esta canción no me quite el sabor ni las ganas de verla

¿Y qué mas dan los corazones de otros?

Los grillos cantan y es lo que importa

Que les den a todas un poco

Y si se va, bailaremos sin querer bailar

Las nubes grises se han puesto azules

Azules de tanto llorar (ayyaay)

¿Y qué mas dan los corazones de otros?

Los grillos cantan y es lo que importa

Que les den a todas un poco

Y si se va, bailaremos sin querer bailar

Las amapolas se han puesto azules

Azules de tanto llorar

Las amapolas se han puesto azules

Azules de tanto llorar

Las amapolas se han puesto azules

Azules de tanto llorar

I was lying down, lying on the terrace

And I didn't know if she was looking for me, she wanted to forget me

We deceive ourselves, we punish ourselves conscientiously

But until one day she goes to hell and there is no more toast

And what else do the hearts of others give?

The crickets sing and that's what matters

Give them all a little

And if he leaves, we will dance without wanting to dance

The gray clouds have turned blue

Blue from so much crying

This fucking shirt that tells me its sorrows

And a deck of hearts that calls for a bypass

And if it has to rain coffee, well damn it rain

That this song does not take away the flavor or the desire to see it

And what else do the hearts of others give?

The crickets sing and that's what matters

Give them all a little

And if he leaves, we will dance without wanting to dance

The gray clouds have turned blue

Blues from so much crying (ayyaay)

And what else do the hearts of others give?

The crickets sing and that's what matters

Give them all a little

And if he leaves, we will dance without wanting to dance

The poppies have turned blue

Blue from so much crying

The poppies have turned blue

Blue from so much crying

The poppies have turned blue

Blue from so much crying