Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Comunicado Oficial, artist - Alfred Garcia. Album song 1016 / El Círculo Rojo, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 13.12.2018
Record label: Universal Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Comunicado Oficial(original) |
| Se te ve a legua que vas enfilada |
| Tras esos ojitos de niña alocada |
| Mirada de niña traviesa atravesada |
| Que sabes a herida de guerra pactada |
| Comernos la cena recalentada |
| Drama, que solo quiere risas enlatadas |
| Vivir deprisa, de pasada |
| Y pasando pasando, pasas de frenada |
| Para, ahora que solo quieres sentir la palmada |
| Teme a la mano que igual que acaricia |
| También sabe dar la puñalada, ¡dímelo! |
| Sigo sintiendo la cornada |
| Llorabas mientras la cagabas |
| Y yo hacía de tripas corazón |
| Te dolían las horas raras |
| La soledad en una cama |
| Tus pesadillas son canciones de amor |
| Ahora que me robaste todas las palabras |
| Que perdón, las tomaste prestadas |
| Dime si necesitabas sinceras |
| Ahora que rompiste todas las promesas |
| Prométeme que rompiste con todo |
| Y que soy yo el recuerdo que ya no te pesa |
| Cuando pasa, pasarela |
| Que sólo vives vidas paralelas |
| Y yo era el helado que llora por dentro |
| Y se come por dentro, haciendo aguas, acuarelas |
| Ahora que me voy de la Tierra hasta Marte |
| Quieres quedarte, para ver cómo arde |
| Quieres quemarte pero es tarde |
| Sigo sintiendo la cornada |
| Llorabas mientras la cagabas |
| Y yo hacia de tripas corazón |
| Te dolían las horas raras |
| La soledad en una cama |
| Tus pesadillas son canciones de amor |
| Sigo sintiendo la cornada |
| Llorabas mientras la cagabas |
| Y yo hacia de tripas corazón |
| Te dolían las horas raras |
| La soledad en una cama |
| Tus pesadillas son canciones de amor |
| Tus pesadillas son canciones de amor… |
| (translation) |
| You can be seen a league away |
| Behind those little eyes of a crazy girl |
| Naughty girl look pierced |
| What do you know about an agreed war wound |
| eat dinner reheated |
| Drama, who only wants canned laughter |
| Live fast, in the past |
| And passing passing, you spend braking |
| Stop, now that you just want to feel the slap |
| Fear the hand that just caresses |
| She also knows how to stab, tell me! |
| I still feel the gore |
| You cried while you screwed up |
| And I did bite the bullet |
| The strange hours hurt you |
| loneliness in a bed |
| Your nightmares are love songs |
| Now that you stole all my words |
| I'm sorry, you borrowed them |
| Tell me if you needed honest |
| Now that you broke all the promises |
| Promise me you broke up with everything |
| And that I am the memory that no longer weighs you down |
| When it happens, catwalk |
| That you only live parallel lives |
| And I was the ice cream that cries inside |
| And it eats inside, making waters, watercolors |
| Now that I'm leaving Earth to Mars |
| You want to stay, to see how it burns |
| You want to burn but it's too late |
| I still feel the gore |
| You cried while you screwed up |
| And I to guts heart |
| The strange hours hurt you |
| loneliness in a bed |
| Your nightmares are love songs |
| I still feel the gore |
| You cried while you screwed up |
| And I to guts heart |
| The strange hours hurt you |
| loneliness in a bed |
| Your nightmares are love songs |
| Your nightmares are love songs... |