Estoy en carro prestado Porque el tren ya me habia dejado Muchos fueron los años Que solo encontraba engaños Hasta que un galán secuestro mi corazón Y para casarme, me ha dado buena razón. Pasaré los dias junto a él Y por siempre le sere muy fiel. En los tiempos Buenos y los tiempos malos Depende si le hago la comida o se mete en chaos.
Doesn't "ring" well in English and, therefore, the humor is lost....but this is the translation:
I am in a borrowed car Because the train had already passed me by Many...
Come, mi amor, draw closer to provocarte Let me besar your labios and tocarte Correr my hands sobre your cuerpo Recostar my cabeza on your pecho
O, to taste the vino from your lips When I draw closer to darte un kiss O, that you would not turn lejos de mi Knowing how much I can’t stand being sin ti. Eres mi corazón my reason to despertar Each morning and my joy to poder respirar Me traes el sol to shine my mundo Con caricias y dulzura yo te inundo
Sitting by my window looking at the park Watching children play and hearing dogs bark I see a young girl who triggers an EVANESCENCE As my mind and my heart remembers her essence. TRUCULENT in all her ways with all good people She was banned from the market with the golden steeple The RANCOR she bore in her heart Had sharpen her words like fiery darts If you paid her a compliment, you heard her BLITHER Her CAVIL-talk often a clipper Chopping down anyone who came in peace Her CHICANERY tearing people piece by piece.
Your burden is heavy and does not get lighter. With the passing of years, you are a fighter. You’ve fought through a tough life and now struggle with health. I’d give anything to restore you back and make you well. I’d turn back the hands of time and bring back the better days Where you independently had things done your way.
I stand speechless before you at times Without a word, a phrase, or a rhyme As I see your health slowly declining And your once-independence now reclining.
Thou unutterable cupidity of libertine pottery, Thou cracked cup of wizened fuckening sharply fine, Salival clarion the serpent vine is heavy-leaden to caress By lurch and smear and tug and good gasping breath Of vice all red all black all white to troth and followeth after As a garden wind would blow thru pubic-hair pastorals This twisted crockery more hotly spatters To hail the surfeit sun who rings a swirling sodomy Gushing muculent ambergris jellied ivory Until fill we a...
The legend of the mummys boy Began in a room full of school janitorial supplies The nerdy kid, the geek - the good guy Lured inside by the pretty little twin sisters of his tormentors His parents named him Pharaoh The teens wrapped him in toilet roll He looked like an Egyptian mummy they thought it was a joke A teacher walked by He started to cry One boy covered his mouth Another pinched his nose The third squeezed his throat They wanted him to keep quiet The plan worked He was silent. The kids soon...
Her melancholic voice just for me. The landscape out the window. The city running after me, or is it me running away? The cold embrace of my clothes wet with raindrops, The loneliness of being surrounded by the unknown. The sadness of knowing that I will never belong. Or is it freedom? The train stops, my heart doesn't My journey hasn't yet reach the end.