Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Los placeres de la pobreza, artist - Héroes del Silencio.
Date of issue: 29.04.2021
Song language: Spanish
Los placeres de la pobreza(original) |
la vejez de los pueblos de estirpe divina |
y sus verdades olvidadas |
la malilla de diamantes contra la hoja de palma |
a travs de la radio tembl |
y pagar con la moneda de la curiosidad |
en el suministro de charas, |
masturbacin de interrogantes para slo escuchar |
un susurro de hilo de plata |
cegados por la voz de la inexperiencia |
nos arrastramos sin pensar. |
a lomos del desierto hacia las cavernas, |
las huellas del peregrino me guiarn. |
mi ciudad estaba muerta antes de nacer. |
pura sangre desbocado. |
detesto a los tibios de vocacin |
y dicen que a la fuerza ahorcan. |
cegados por la voz de la inexperiencia |
nos arrastramos sin pensar. |
a lomos del desierto hacia las cavernas, |
las huellas del peregrino me guiarn. |
ningn otro cielo en la tierra |
cruz la cara al s y al no dejando condena y cadenas |
del lado opuesto a la razn. |
y los placeres de la pobreza han vencido |
a mi burlada revolucin. |
cegados por la voz de la inexperiencia |
nos arrastramos sin pensar. |
a lomos del desierto hacia las cavernas, |
las huellas del peregrino me guiarn. |
ningn otro cielo en la tierra |
cruz la cara al s y al no dejando condena y cadenas |
del lado opuesto a la razn. |
(translation) |
the old age of the peoples of divine lineage |
and its forgotten truths |
the diamond mesh against the palm leaf |
through the radio trembled |
and pay with the coin of curiosity |
in the supply of charas, |
masturbation of questions to only listen |
a whisper of silver thread |
blinded by the voice of inexperience |
we crawl without thinking. |
on the backs of the desert towards the caves, |
the footsteps of the pilgrim will guide me. |
my city was dead before it was born. |
runaway thoroughbred. |
I hate those lukewarm in vocation |
and they say that by force they hang. |
blinded by the voice of inexperience |
we crawl without thinking. |
on the backs of the desert towards the caves, |
the footsteps of the pilgrim will guide me. |
no other heaven on earth |
I crossed my face to yes and no leaving condemnation and chains |
on the opposite side to reason. |
and the pleasures of poverty have won |
to my mocked revolution. |
blinded by the voice of inexperience |
we crawl without thinking. |
on the backs of the desert towards the caves, |
the footsteps of the pilgrim will guide me. |
no other heaven on earth |
I crossed my face to yes and no leaving condemnation and chains |
on the opposite side to reason. |