Here we show you the English Translation of “El NiĆ”gara En Bicicleta Juan Luis Guerra 4.40”. Lyrics translated from Spanish to English.
About This Song
Artist: Juan Luis Guerra 4.40
Song: El NiƔgara En Bicicleta Juan Luis Guerra 4.40
Genres: Bachata
El NiƔgara En Bicicleta Juan Luis Guerra 4.40 English Translation
He gave me a sirimba on a Sunday morning
When I least expected it
I fell flat, like a soursop, on the drain
It must be the pressure or my bilirubin has gone up
And I got a fever
And I started turning white like a ball (of) mothballs
They took me to a hospital full of people (apparently)
In the emergency room, the receptionist was listening to the lottery
(Thirty thousand pesos!)
Someone take pity on me!
I screamed, losing consciousness
And a nurse approached my ear and said
Calm down, Bobby, calm down
She caressed me with her ben gay hands and said
What’s wrong, athlete?
And I told her in great detail what had happened to me
You have to check your blood pressure
But the room is occupied and, my dear
In this hospital there is no light for an electrocardiogram
I opened my eyes like a full moon and grabbed my head
Because it’s very hard
To go over Niagara Falls on a bike
Don’t tell me the doctors have left
Don’t tell me they don’t have anesthesia
Don’t tell me they drank the alcohol
And that the sewing thread
Was embroidered on a tablecloth
Don’t tell me the forceps were lost
That the stethoscope is partying
That the x-rays burned out
And that the serum has already been used
To sweeten the coffee
I leaned on her shoulders like a lame person to his crutch
And I said, what do I do, princess?
And on a prescription paper she wrote very sweetly
(My princess, what will become of me, uh)
I’m sorry, athlete
She caressed me with her ben gay hands and continued on her way
And I heard clearly when she told another patient
Calm down, Bobby, calm down
I lowered my eyes half-mast and grabbed my head
Because it’s very hard
To go over Niagara Falls on a bike
Don’t tell me the doctors have left
Don’t tell me they don’t have anesthesia
Don’t tell me they drank the alcohol
And that the sewing thread
Was embroidered on a tablecloth
Don’t tell me the forceps were lost
That the stethoscope is partying
That the x-rays burned out
And that the serum has already been used
To sweeten the coffee
(Don’t tell me I’m falling
From so much pain
Don’t tell me the aspirin
Is changing color
Don’t tell me I’m being born
That it lacks love
Don’t tell me it’s beating, oh no)