More songs by Melendi
Description
Producer: Jose de Castro
Writer: Ramón Melendi
Lyrics and translation
Original
Tocando la guitarra espero a que llegue la musa, se ponga en frente mía y se desabroche la blusa. Hoy se está retrasando, niego, se está preocupando.
Quizás esté perdida o a otro artista visitando.
No me preocuparé más de la cuenta, siempre ha sido muy puta, va de pintor en poeta, pero en realidad yo no tengo queja. Dos veces por semana. . .
me baja la bragueta. ¡Qué dura la vida de la musa!
Todos quieren follarla, por eso está confusa.
Porque ella no lo hace con cualquiera, ella te cobra en arte, no vale la cartera.
Está tocando el timbre, me está viniendo una idea.
Es una melodía, ahora solo falta la letra.
No me apetece hablar de los mismos temas de siempre y justo cuando empiezo a funcionar, desaparece.
No me preocuparé más de la cuenta, siempre ha sido muy puta, va de pintor en poeta, pero en realidad yo no tengo queja. Dos veces por semana. . .
me baja la bragueta. ¡Qué dura la vida de la musa!
Todos quieren follarla, por eso está confusa.
Porque ella no lo hace con cualquiera, ella te cobra en arte, no vale la cartera.
No me preocuparé más de la cuenta, siempre ha sido muy puta, va de pintor en poeta, pero en realidad yo no tengo queja.
Dos veces por semana. . . me baja la bragueta.
¡Qué dura la vida de la musa!
Todos quieren follarla, por eso está confusa.
Porque ella no lo hace con cualquiera, ella te cobra en arte, no vale la cartera.
English translation
Playing the guitar I wait for the muse to arrive, stand in front of me and unbutton her blouse. Today he is late, I deny, he is worrying.
Maybe she's lost or another artist visiting.
I won't worry too much, she's always been a bitch, she goes from painter to poet, but really I have no complaints. Twice a week. . .
He lowers my fly. How hard the life of the muse is!
Everyone wants to fuck her, that's why she's confused.
Because she doesn't do it with just anyone, she charges you for art, it's not worth the wallet.
He's ringing the doorbell, an idea is coming to me.
It's a melody, now all that's missing is the lyrics.
I don't feel like talking about the same old topics and just when I start working, it disappears.
I won't worry too much, she's always been a bitch, she goes from painter to poet, but really I have no complaints. Twice a week. . .
He lowers my fly. How hard the life of the muse is!
Everyone wants to fuck her, that's why she's confused.
Because she doesn't do it with just anyone, she charges you for art, it's not worth the wallet.
I won't worry too much, she's always been a bitch, she goes from painter to poet, but really I have no complaints.
Twice a week. . . He lowers my fly.
How hard the life of the muse is!
Everyone wants to fuck her, that's why she's confused.
Because she doesn't do it with just anyone, she charges you for art, it's not worth the wallet.