Ciega, Sordomuda / El Jefe Lyrics (English Translation) – Shakira

Read the full Ciega, Sordomuda / El Jefe (English Translation) lyrics by Shakira along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Verse 1: Blind, Deaf-Mute]
I run out of arguments and methodology
Every time your anatomy appears before me
Because this love no longer understands advice or reasons
It feeds on excuses and lacks pants

[Pre-Chorus: Blind, Deaf-Mute]
This love doesn’t allow me to stand
Because it has even broken my heels
Even if I get up, I will fall again
If you come closer, nothing is useful to this useless woman

[Chorus: Blind, Deaf-Mute]
Dumb, blind, deaf-mute
Clumsy, stupid, and stubborn
That’s all I’ve been
For you I have become
A thing that does nothing
But love you
I think about you day and night
And I don’t know how to forget you

[Chorus: Blind, Deaf-Mute]
Dumb, blind, deaf-mute
Clumsy, stupid, and stubborn
That’s all I’ve been
For you I have become turned
Into a thing that does nothing
But love you
I think about you day and night
And I don’t know how to forget you

[Chorus: Blind, Deaf-Mute]
Blunt, blind, deaf-mute
Clumsy, clumsy, and stubborn
That’s all I’ve ever been
For you I’ve become

Into a thing that does nothing
But love you
I think about you day and night
And I don’t know how to forget you

[Instrumental]

[Intro: The Boss]
Shakira, Shakira
Regida Force

[Verse 2: The Boss]
7:30, the alarm has gone off
I want to be in bed
But it can’t be done
I take the kids to the house at nine
The same coffee, the same kitchen
Same old thing, same old routine
Another s*itty day
Another day at the office

[Pre-Chorus: The Boss]
I have a s*itty boss who doesn’t pay me well
I walk in and He’s in a Mercedes-Benz
He’s got me as a recruit (They’ve got you as a recruit)
The son of a b!tch (The son of a b!tch)

[Chorus: The Boss]
You’re dreaming of leaving the neighborhood
You have everything to be a millionaire
Expensive tastes, the mentality
All you’re missing is the salary

[Verse 3: The Boss]
The bills are piling up, being poor is rubbish
Mom always told me that studying guarantees everything
I studied and nothing happened, damn hard life
I work harder than a ba*tard, but I fu*k less than a priest
How ironic, how crazy, this is torture
You kill yourself from dawn to dusk and you don’t even have a single deed
They say there’s no evil that lasts more than a hundred years
But there’s my ex-father-in-law who never sets foot in a grave

[Pre-Chorus: The Boss]
I have a s*itty boss who doesn’t pay me well
I arrive walking and he’s in a Mercedes-Benz
He’s got me as a recruit (They’ve got you as a recruit)
The son of a b!tch B!tch (The son of a b!tch)

[Chorus: The Boss]
You’re dreaming of leaving the neighborhood
You’ve got everything to be a millionaire
Expensive tastes, the mentality
All you’re missing is the salary

[Pre-Chorus: The Boss]
You’ve got a s*itty boss who doesn’t pay you well
You arrive walking and he drives a Mercedes-Benz
He’s got you as a recruit
The son of a b—

[Chorus: The Boss]
‘I’m dreaming of leaving the neighborhood
I’ve got everything to be a millionaire
Expensive tastes, the mentality
All I’m missing is the salary