Ahora Lyrics – Estopa
Singer: Estopa
Title: Ahora
Ahora, ya no escribo cuentos,
Ni tacho los días del calendario,
Ni sueño que estoy preso,
A la sombra de un jardín vallado.
Ya no paseo por el mercado
Ni escucho lo que hablan unos viejos,
En un banco sentados,
Nunca más me sentare con ellos.
Ahora me paso todas las tardes pensando,
Que el teléfono no arde, que no suena,
Que no interrumpe la cena, que no arde,
Que me dice que me largue, que se muere,
Sálvame tu si puedes.
No me susurran ya las fotografías
Se apagaron los gritos de su silencio,
De su melancolía, ya no más
Ya no quiero más sueños.
Ahora me paso todas las tardes, pensando,
Que el teléfono no arde, que no suena,
Que no interrumpe la cena, que no arde,
Que me dice que me largue, que se muere,
Sálvame tu si puedes.
Que no suena,
Que no interrumpe la cena, que no arde,
Que me dice que me largue,
Y es que por no salir todas las puertas cierro
Y tengo las mañanas sólo para mi,
Se olvidaron de mi, estos del infierno.
Y cuanto vale el precio?
No paran de llover las nubes del fracaso,
Disparan las pistolas de la soledad,
Ya no salgo en la guía ni en la calle de olvidados.
Gritaré un poco más, sangrara mi garganta,
La pared con mil huellas de mi loca cabeza,
Ahora no puedes entrar estoy ordenando mi casa
Estoy ordenando mi casa,
Estoy ordenando mi casa,
Estoy ordenando mi casa.
Yo gritare un poco más, sangrara mi garganta,
La pared con mil huellas de mi loca cabeza,
Ahora no puedes entrar estoy ordenando mi casa.
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Ahora – English Translation
Now, I do not write stories anymore,
Neither tacho the days of the calendar,
Neither dream I’m in prisoner,
In the shadow of a fenced garden.
I do not walk through the market
I do not listen to what some old people talk,
On a bench sitting,
I will never sit down with them.
Now I spend every afternoon thinking,
That the phone does not burn, that does not sound,
That does not interrupt dinner, that does not burn,
That tells me to leave me, that it dies,
Save me if you can.
They do not whisper and the photographs
The cries of his silence went out,
Of the melancholy of him, no longer
I do not want more dreams anymore.
Now I spend every afternoon, thinking,
That the phone does not burn, that does not sound,
That does not interrupt dinner, that does not burn,
That tells me to leave me, that it dies,
Save me if you can.
That does not sound,
That does not interrupt dinner, that does not burn,
That tells me to leave me,
And that is not to leave all the doors close
And I have the mornings just for me,
They forgot me, these of hell.
And how much is the price worth?
They do not stop raining the clouds of failure,
They shoot the pistols of loneliness,
I do not go out in the guide or in the street of forgotten.
I’ll scream a little more, bleed my throat,
The wall with a thousand traces of my crazy head,
Now you can not enter I’m ordering my house
I’m ordering my house,
I’m ordering my house,
I’m ordering my house.
I will shout a little more, bleed my throat,
The wall with a thousand traces of my crazy head,
Now you can not enter I am ordering my house.
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Lyrics Estopa – Ahora
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