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Letras de
Sumo
Divididos por la feilcidad (1985)
Temas del Disco:
1. La rubia tarada2. Mula plateada
3. No acabes
4. Regtest
5. El reggae de paz y amor
6. Debede
7. Mejor no hablar (de ciertas cosas)
8. Divididos por la felicidad
9. No duermas mas
10. Kaya
Letras del Disco
La rubia taradaCaras conchetas, miradas berretas
y hombres encajados en Fiorucci.
Oigo "dame" y "quiero" y "no te metas"
"Te gust? el nuevo Bertolucci?".
La rubia tarada, bronceada, aburrida,
me dice "Por qu? te pelaste?"
Y yo "Por el asco que d? tu sociedad.
Por el pelo de hoy ?cu?nto gastaste?"
Un pseudo punkito, con el acento finito
quiere hacer el chico malo.
Tuerce la boca, se arregla el pelito,
se toma un trago y vuelve a Belgrano.
Basta! Me voy, rumbo a la puerta
y despu?s al boliche a la esquina
a tomar una ginebra con gente despierta.
Esta si que es Argentina!
Mula plateada
Silver moon is oh, so distant
In her black black distant sky
Silver moon is also crying
I don't think she knows just why
Silver moon is oh, so puzzled
By the ways of her new life
Silver moon is not a girlfriend
Silver moon could be my wife
Silver moon, shine down
Silver moon, come down
Silver moon, I'm here
Silver moon, you're there
Silver moon is always watching
But she can't really see
Silver moon is always writing
Like the waves write on the sea
Silver moo
n is always laughing
When she should really cry
Silver moon is like a window
Like adoor into the sky!
No acabes
Don't come, don't come, don't come, don't come
Living here in Babylos is oh so dificult
I really don't know what to do
Think I'll go to Africa, maybe Ethiopia
I really hope that you'll come too
( I hear a little voice, it says ...)
Don't come ...
Last saturday night, had a fight with my baby
I don't think I'll see her again
She never say no
She always say maybe
And that'sno way to treat a friend
( I hear a little voice, it says...)
Don't come, don't come, don't come.
Regtest
Play I some music
I hope I don't come on too strong
You can't refuse it
But you know you might be wrong
You could call it reggae
You couldn't call i t rock and roll
Come on , get ready
'cos there's a big ball going to roll
You'd better get up brother, up brother,
Up brother yeah!
Don't you go too far!
'cos then you'll come down brother,
Down brother, down brother, down yeah!
Like a shooting star.
I had a dream oh yeah, in 1973
I dream a spaceship, come down to deliver me
Well it was big and white
And it had come a long long way
A black star liner?
You know, I could not say
But it took me up brother, up brother
up brother, up brother, yeah
You know, it took me far!
Then it brought me down brother, down brother
Down brother, down brother, down yeah!
Like a shooting star.
El reggae de paz y amor
Oh, oh, oh, peace and love
Moving up, fighting it all back, stabbing
gonna get you down tonight in Babylon town, yeah
`cause if you fall on your face is no disgrace,
no one's to help you anyhow, nowhere.
Oh, oh, oh...peace and love
peace and love in babylon.
Oh, oh, oh...peace and love...
Little little people with little little lives
in little little homes with little little wives,
they get up, they go down, they get out town, yeah
everybody moving round and round
I don't care and I don't eat, I don't eat no meat,
and as civilized citizen Ronald Reagan, Uh!
Oh, oh, oh...peace and love
peace and love in babylon.
Oh, oh, oh...peace and love...
Debede
We walked down to the disco
on that saturday night.
You know, you really looked good,
you know, I felt all right
We walked to that Disco
on that saturday night.
You know, I really looked good
you know, I felt all right.
Disco Baby Disco!
When you're dying in your bed.
Disco Baby Disco!
When you're crying in your head.
Disco Baby Disco!
You don't know rock and roll.
Disco Baby Disco!
Is gonna satisfy your soul...Yeah!
Well I don't know, but I've been told,
the streets of heaven are lined with gold.
I don't know but I've been told,
the streets of heaven are lined with gold.
I wonder if it can get much worse
if the Russians get up there first?Eh? Ha, ha!
Disco Baby Disco.
Do it when you'r down.
Disco Baby Disco.
Do it upside down.
Disco Baby Disco.
Writhing in your bed.
Disco Baby Disco.
You're dancing on your head.
Cu-cu, cu-cu, cu-cu chu cho!
Cucurucho!
Disco!...
Mejor no hablar (de ciertas cosas)
Una mujer, una mujer atr?s,
una mujer atr?s de un vidrio empa?ado.
Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
No, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
Un tornado, un tornado, un tornado...
Un tornado arras? a mi ciudad y a m? jard?n primitivo.
Un tornado arras? a tu ciudad y a tu jard?n primitivo.
Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas
no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Yo tuve la mejor flor, la mejor de la plata m?s dulce
Yo tuve la mejor flor, la mejor de la plata m?s dulce
Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
No, no, no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
Saltando, saltando, saltando...
Saltando en mi cara a la mexicana, un fugitivo se entrega
Saltando en mi cara a la mexicana, un fugitivo se entrega
Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
No, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
La mujer, el vidrio, el tornado, el jard?n primitivo,
yo, la flor, saltando, fugitivo, no, no, no...
Que no, que no, que no...
Divididos por la felicidad
Yo siempre ando rompiendo vasos
en los cuartos de otra gente
siempre levantando tumbas de otra gente.
No importa lo que existi? hace pocos a?os,
los d?as felices se quebraron, pero as? es la vida.
Qu? buenos tiempos
qu? hermosos tiempos
qu? buenos tiempos
pero qu? soledad.
Si yo tuviera pantalones
caminar?a por la calle
y si yo tuviera una "mauser"
matar?a a todos los que encuentro.
Qu? buenos tiempos
qu? hermosos tiempos
qu? buenos tiempos
pero qu? soledad.
Estoy caminando por una casa rara
y paso dieciocho puertas cerradas
si no entend?s el sentido
mir? mis cicatrices.
Qu? buenos tiempos
qu? hermosos tiempos
qu? buenos tiempos
pero qu? soledad.
No duermas mas
Ooh!!!... in the morning yeah
Ooh!!!... without warning yeah
I've got a big bamboo yeah
Up there in Yapeyu
I've got a big Nandu
And he runs 'round the pampa
And he runs 'round my house
And he drives me crazy
And he bites my brown cow, now
And you know she's so lazy
But... Ooh!... in the morning
Ooh!... without warning
You know I reallylove you
You know I really really need you
But I'm so confined now
I can't feed you
I can't even read you
But I really,really love you
I'd like to buy a little bike,now
and drive over and see you
But...
Kaya
Kaya, oh,oh Kaya
Let me tell you about something
Bigger than a big bamboo
And me and you
And the fat guru
Let me tell you about something
Bigger than a big bamboo
And me and you
And the fat guru
I tell you
It's Kaya, oh,oh Kaya
Kaya, oh,oh Kaya
Don't you know one day
I used to be so mad
I'd treat my woman so bad
And then I get so sad
And then I take a little Kaya
Oh,oh Kaya...
