Lyrics of Sorda Dj - Algora

Sorda Dj (original)

Te vas y yo me quedo sin chico y sin oído
De tanta discoteca, mi tímpano ha ardido
Y, de momento, no he suspendido mis compromisos de DJ
Tampoco pararé hasta que te haga volver
La música la sigo por la vibración del suelo
Y a ti te seguiré notando según lata mi corazón
Terminas tu maleta, la música se apaga
Preguntan cómo podré vivir sin ti
Y yo respondo un tanto absurda e irracional
Que Londres está cerca y Beethoven era sorda
Y yo te entiendo, aunque sea mía la culpa
Y siga defendiéndome como una fila homofobia
Tienes la barba mojada de bucear en mi bañera
Y de intentar que no confunda las medusas con bolsas de Chanel
De tanto ir de sorda te has comido la lengua
Retumban tus palabras en The Cock, The Cock
Recoges la bufanda, la coca se termina
Preguntan cómo podré vivir sin ti
Y yo respondo un tanto absurda e inverosímil
Que Londres está cerca y Beethoven era sorda
Terminas tu maleta, la música se apaga
Preguntas cómo podré vivir sin ti
Y yo respondo un tanto absurda y sin respuesta
Que Londres no está cerca y menos tú de mí

(translation)

You leave and I am left without a boy and without an ear
From so much disco, my eardrum has burned
And, for the moment, I have not suspended my DJ commitments
I won't stop until I make you come back either
I follow the music because of the vibration of the ground
And I will continue noticing you as my heart beats
You finish your suitcase, the music turns off
They ask how I can live without you
And I answer somewhat absurd and irrational
That London is near and Beethoven was deaf
And I understand you, even if it's my fault
And keep defending me like a homophobic row
You have a wet beard from diving in my bathtub
And trying not to confuse jellyfish with Chanel bags
From being so deaf you have eaten your tongue
Your words rumble in The Cock, The Cock
You pick up the scarf, the coke runs out
They ask how I can live without you
And I answer somewhat absurd and implausible
That London is near and Beethoven was deaf
You finish your suitcase, the music turns off
You ask how I can live without you
And I answer a bit absurd and without an answer
That London is not close and you are not close to me