Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Otra Sudestada, artist - Bersuit Vergarabat. Album song La Argentinidad Al Palo, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 28.06.2004
Record label: Universal Music Argentina
Song language: Spanish
Otra Sudestada(original) |
Viene el olor a otra sudestada |
Trae el olor a leche cortada |
Se intuye un sol naciente, incipiente |
Detrás del nubarrón ni se siente |
Drena como una bruma infectada |
Trae explicaciones lacrimógenas |
Nadie puede creer, doy fe |
Si una estrella nos guÃa, no se ve |
No se ve, no se ve |
Veo en un temblor de cara |
Paralización y rabia |
Trae el viento otras voces |
Las oÃs, es una sinfonÃa de raÃz |
Como un trueno ronco, ancestral |
Del centro mismo de la tribu |
Todos juntos, en una inmensa soledad |
Un abrazo tuyo no vendrÃa nada mal |
Remolinos de semillas, buscando tierra |
Para florecer |
Y yo te ofrendo esta bronca |
Pa' que la lleves al mar |
Pa' que no lloren los mÃos |
Rodillas en la ciudad |
Y yo te pido esa fuerza |
Toda tu cruel decisión |
Pa' que este sueño partido |
Despierte revolución |
Estabas ahÃ, parada en el cordón |
Con la cabeza gacha |
Como pidiendo perdón |
Al otro dÃa estabas |
En el umbral por el olor sabÃa |
Que estaba todo mal |
Miré con odio al cielo |
Y pronto blasfemé Porque lo que traÃas |
Era todo nuestro descarte |
Nuestras pestes, plástico |
Hedionda polución, miseria |
Abortos de millones de corazones |
Hechos mierda |
Mientras más subÃas |
Me dio por escapar |
Me fui para el techo |
No quedaba otro lugar |
Flameaba mi bandera |
Blanca y celeste |
Ya sin paz ni cielo |
El paraÃso se hizo peste |
Todo lo que tirás al rÃo, vuelve |
La pólvora mojada de otro temporal |
Para nada sirve el sol |
No va a evaporizar |
Millones de litros de lágrimas |
Remolinos de semillas, buscando tierra |
Para florecer |
Y yo te ofrendo esta bronca |
Pa' que la lleves al mar |
Pa' que no lloren los mÃos |
Rodillas en la ciudad |
Y yo te pido esa fuerza |
Toda tu cruel decisión |
Pa' que este sueño perdido |
Despierte revolución |
Y yo te ofrendo esta bronca |
Pa' que la lleves al mar |
Pa' que no lloren los mÃos |
Rendidos en la ciudad |
Otra sudestada |
(translation) |
The smell of another southeast comes |
Bring the smell of curdled milk |
A rising, incipient sun is sensed |
Behind the cloud you don't even feel |
It drains like an infected mist |
Bring tearful explanations |
No one can believe, I attest |
If a star guides us, it is not seen |
It is not seen, it is not seen |
I see in a trembling face |
Freeze and rage |
Bring the wind other voices |
You hear them, it's a root symphony |
Like a hoarse, ancient thunder |
From the very center of the tribe |
All together, in an immense loneliness |
A hug from you would not hurt at all |
Swirls of seeds, searching for land |
to flourish |
And I offer you this anger |
So that you take her to the sea |
So that mine don't cry |
Knees in the city |
And I ask you for that strength |
All your cruel decision |
Pa' that this dream party |
wake up revolution |
You were there, standing on the cordon |
with my head down |
like asking for forgiveness |
the next day you were |
On the threshold by the smell I knew |
that everything was wrong |
I looked with hatred at the sky |
And soon I blasphemed because what you brought |
It was all our discard |
Our pests, plastic |
Stinking pollution, misery |
Abortions of millions of hearts |
shit facts |
The more you climbed |
gave me to escape |
I went to the roof |
there was no other place |
I waved my flag |
white and light blue |
No longer peace or heaven |
Paradise became plague |
Everything you throw into the river comes back |
The wet gunpowder of another storm |
The sun is useless |
will not vaporize |
million liters of tears |
Swirls of seeds, searching for land |
to flourish |
And I offer you this anger |
So that you take her to the sea |
So that mine don't cry |
Knees in the city |
And I ask you for that strength |
All your cruel decision |
Pa' that this lost dream |
wake up revolution |
And I offer you this anger |
So that you take her to the sea |
So that mine don't cry |
Surrendered in the city |
another southeast |