Lyrics ... Accentuated & determined. Male voices & electronics.
10000 miles away from my colleagues,I wish i could be wild but i remain completely shy:The pyramids of calls, the docility bay, I'm not sure i know how to fly away. And now the wind blows a papaya smell,I feel the precious pearl of pleasure stays stuck in a shell.My wishes are modest, but i'm not even sure What to expect from such a nice heavenly nest. My vocabulary is sadly thinI'm scared to make any move you could perceive as a dashCan i take a picture ? i don't want you to thinkI'm gonna steal your soul in a single flash A smoky place, a little bit scaryA bunch of troubles soon if they keep on staring at meI have to give a call,It's too hot, don't you think ?Has anyone dropped something in my drink ? 10000 miles away from fatherhood,I wish my inner devil would wake up, therefore i couldPut my hands on their hips,And all the kinds of lipsWould be welcome to taste my cute earlobes Why are you girls wearing a number ?Promiscuity embarasses me, we are still strangers.I'm sorry, but i can't, without knowing a bit About your dad, your life or favorite singer. And when i will be back where i belong,I know bitter regrets will make my days seem very long:Looking at the pictures of all the things i saw,Nothing but myself will appear and soI'll be alone,Will be the oneThat no coco surrounds
Lyrics ... Amusing, energetic & festive Colombian vallenato sung in Spanish. ...Amusing, energetic & festive Colombian vallenato sung in Spanish. Money's worth nothing nowadays, it seems to vanish every time. Male singer, accordion, guacharaca & Latin percussion.
ES:
Ay la plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La cojo por la mañana
La cuento pero alcanza
Y la plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
¡Claro que sí!
La plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La cojo por la mañana
Hago cuenta' y no me alcanza
Fui a comprar a la tienda
Lo de la semana
Saqué mi cartera
Y no tenía nada
Y me quedó la nevera
Vacía, ni con qué llenarla
Ay la plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La cojo por la mañana
Hago cuenta' y no me alcanza
Saqué un billete de a cien
Pa’ comprar unas cositas
Saqué un billete de a cien
Pa’ comprar unas cositas
Pero cuando vine a ver
Me quedó una monedita
Ay la plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
Yo la cojo en la mañana
Hago cuenta' y no me alcanza
Ay la plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
Ay la plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La cojo por la mañana
Hago cuenta' y no me alcanza
EN:
Oh, money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
Money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
I take it in the morning
I count it but it's not enough
And money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
Of course!
Money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
I take it in the morning
I count it but it's not enough
I went to buy at the store
Some stuff for the week
I took out my wallet
And had nothing
And the fridge was left
Empty, with nothing to fill it
Oh, money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
Money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
I take it in the morning
I count it but it's not enough
I took out a hundred
To buy some things
I took out a hundred
To buy some things
But when I looked
I only had a little coin left
Oh, money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
Money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
I take it in the morning
I count it but it's not enough
Oh, money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
Money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
Oh, money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
I take it in the morning
I count it but it's not enough
Lyrics ... 30's vocal. Amusing, energetic & festive Colombian vallenato sung in ...30's vocal. Amusing, energetic & festive Colombian vallenato sung in Spanish. Money's worth nothing nowadays, it seems to vanish every time. Male singer, accordion, guacharaca & Latin percussion.
ES:
Ay la plata se vuelve nada Nada se vuelve la plata La plata se vuelve nada Nada se vuelve la plata La cojo por la mañana La cuento pero alcanza Y la plata se vuelve nada Nada se vuelve la plata
¡Claro que sí! La plata se vuelve nada Nada se vuelve la plata La cojo por la mañana Hago cuenta' y no me alcanza
Fui a comprar a la tienda Lo de la semana Saqué mi cartera Y no tenía nada Y me quedó la nevera Vacía, ni con qué llenarla
Ay la plata se vuelve nada Nada se vuelve la plata La plata se vuelve nada Nada se vuelve la plata La cojo por la mañana Hago cuenta' y no me alcanza
Saqué un billete de a cien Pa’ comprar unas cositas Saqué un billete de a cien Pa’ comprar unas cositas Pero cuando vine a ver Me quedó una monedita
Ay la plata se vuelve nada Nada se vuelve la plata La plata se vuelve nada Nada se vuelve la plata Yo la cojo en la mañana Hago cuenta' y no me alcanza
Ay la plata se vuelve nada Nada se vuelve la plata La plata se vuelve nada Nada se vuelve la plata Ay la plata se vuelve nada Nada se vuelve la plata La cojo por la mañana Hago cuenta' y no me alcanza
EN:
Oh, money becomes nothing Nothing becomes money Money becomes nothing Nothing becomes money I take it in the morning I count it but it's not enough And money becomes nothing Nothing becomes money
Of course!
Money becomes nothing Nothing becomes money I take it in the morning I count it but it's not enough
I went to buy at the store Some stuff for the week I took out my wallet And had nothing And the fridge was left Empty, with nothing to fill it
Oh, money becomes nothing Nothing becomes money Money becomes nothing Nothing becomes money I take it in the morning I count it but it's not enough
I took out a hundred To buy some things I took out a hundred To buy some things But when I looked I only had a little coin left
Oh, money becomes nothing Nothing becomes money Money becomes nothing Nothing becomes money I take it in the morning I count it but it's not enough
Oh, money becomes nothing Nothing becomes money Money becomes nothing Nothing becomes money Oh, money becomes nothing Nothing becomes money I take it in the morning I count it but it's not enough
