Los Náufragos – Zapatos Rotos

Los Náufragos – Zapatos Rotos Lyrics

Artist: Los Náufragos
Song: Zapatos Rotos

Tengo mis zapatos rotos
Y es de tanto caminar
Lejos ya quedo mi pueblo
Voy camino a la ciudad

Taka-taka-taka-ta
Me decían mis amigos
Que nací para triunfar
Llevo mi guitarra al hombro

Voy camino a la ciudad
Zapatos rotos, zapatos rotos
Con esa facha ¿a dónde vas?
Voy con rumbo a un nuevo mundo

Un perro amigo me sigue atrás
Tírale un hueso, tírale un hueso
Pobre sabueso, que flaco está
Lo tengo rengo, un poco enfermo

Pero me sigue sin protestar
Tengo mis zapatos rotos
Pero tengo que llegar
Lejos ya quedó mi pueblo

Voy camino a la ciudad
Taka-taka-taka-ta
Ya me acerco a mi destino
Queda poco por andar

Si la suerte me acompaña
Mucha plata he de ganar
Zapatos rotos, zapatos rotos
Con esa facha ¿a dónde vas?

Voy con rumbo a un nuevo mundo
Mi fiel amigo me sigue atrás
Tírale un hueso, tírale un hueso
Pobre sabueso, que flaco está

Lo tengo rengo, un poco enfermo
Pero me sigue sin protestar
Zapatos rotos, zapatos rotos
Con esa facha ¿a dónde vas?

Voy con rumbo a un nuevo mundo
Un perro amigo me sigue atrás
Tírale un hueso
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Zapatos Rotos Lyrics – English Translation

I have my broken shoes
And it is so walking
Far and my people are here
I’m on my way to the city

Taka-Taka-Taka-ta
My friends told me
That I was born to succeed
I have my guitar on the shoulder

I’m on my way to the city
Broken shoes, broken shoes
With that facha, where are you going?
I go headward to a new world

A dog friend follows me back
Turn a bone, Turn a bone
Poor bloodhound, who is skinny is
I have it, a bit sick

But it still does not protest
I have my broken shoes
But I have to get there
Away and my town was

I’m on my way to the city
Taka-Taka-Taka-ta
I already approached my destiny
Little remains to walk

If luck accompanies me
Much silver I have to win
Broken shoes, broken shoes
With that facha, where are you going?

I go headward to a new world
My faithful friend follow me back
Turn a bone, Turn a bone
Poor bloodhound, who is skinny is

I have it, a bit sick
But it still does not protest
Broken shoes, broken shoes
With that facha, where are you going?

I go headward to a new world
A dog friend follows me back
Turn a bone
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Los Náufragos Lyrics – Zapatos Rotos

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Release Year: 1969