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JOAQUíN SABINA
> CON PINTA DE TIPO QUE BUSCA HEROINA in ENGLISH
Con pinta de tipo que busca heroina by Joaquín Sabina (original lyrics)
Echado en la cama,
escuchando a Sabina,
me entraron las ganas
de chocolatinas.
No sé qué sucede
cuando esto me pasa.
El caso es que es fuerte
y que no se me calma.
Vendido al delirio
me llego al estanco,
y emito un rugido
al verlo cerrado.
Decido otro sitio.
Camino deprisa,
con pinta de tipo
que busca heroína.
Ni un bar a esta hora.
Qué mie*** Laguna.
No sé por qué historia
se cierra a la una.
Regreso cabreado.
Sin calma, sin 'Tirma'.
Me tumbo angustiado
otra vez, con Sabina.
Las horas se vuelan
y no me concentro.
Me gritan las muelas
que busque remedio.
Sin más la despensa
revuelvo transido.
Ya azúcar morena
es lo más parecido.
Lo más parecido
a la chocolatina.
Ese único vicio
que así me domina.
Qué calma me inunda
con cada cuchara
repleta de azúcar
mezclada con nata.
Qué calma me inunda,
qué calma me espanta,
si pienso que nunca
se irá esta desgracia.
Que noche de muermos.
Maldita ruina.
Soy sólo un enfermo
sin su medicina.
Con pinta de tipo que busca heroina by Joaquín Sabina (Translation in english)
Lying on the bed, listening to Sabina, I got the urge of chocolates. I do not know what happens when this happens to me The fact is that it is strong and that does not calm me down. Sold to delirium I came to the tobacconist, and I emit a roar to see it closed. I decide another site. I walk fast, with type pint Who is looking for heroin? Not a bar at this time. What the fuck *** Laguna. I do not know why history closes at one. Come back pissed. Without calm, without 'Tirma'. I lie anguished again, with Sabina. Hours are flying and I do not concentrate. The molars scream at me I seek remedy. Without more the pantry I stir transid. Already brown sugar Is the most similar. The closest thing to the chocolate bar That one vice that way it dominates me. What calm floods me with each spoon full of sugar mixed with cream. What calm fills me, what calm frightens me, yes i think that never this disgrace will go away. What a night of death. Damn ruin. I'm just sick without your medicine
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