Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Metrópolis Nueva, artist - Catupecu Machu.
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Song language: Spanish
Metrópolis Nueva(original) |
Cuentas pendientes |
Tus talentos de repente |
Las cosas que viviste y vivirás |
Te espero en el cruce y allá decidimos |
Si cara o cruz |
Si suerte o destino |
Si está todo escrito o si escribimos de más |
Y al final camino solo |
Y aunque de vueltas |
No hay vuelta atrás |
Son las cruces de un cementerio |
Las que nos hablan y cuentan |
Que estamos acá |
Casas vacías |
Ciudades enteras perdidas |
Pueblos fantasmas para exorcizar |
En giro de ruedas |
Cruzamos fronteras |
Se mueven las aguas que estaban quietas |
Se vuelve todo muy especial |
Los tubos con olas |
Las rocas que acechan |
Sabrosos peligros |
La nieve que espera |
Los vértigos que nos gusta buscar |
Y al final camino solo |
Y aunque de vueltas |
No hay vuelta atrás |
Son las cruces de un cementerio |
Las que nos hablan y cuentan |
Que estamos acá |
Metrópolis nueva |
Los bares festejan |
Y algunos se abrazan |
Y otros se besan |
Y brindan el bien con el mal |
Y al final camino solo |
Y aunque de vueltas |
No hay vuelta atrás |
Son las cruces de un cementerio |
Las que nos hablan y cuentan |
Que al final camino solo |
Y aunque de vueltas |
No hay vuelta atrás |
Son las cruces de un cementerio |
Las que nos hablan y cuentan |
Que estamos acá |
(translation) |
Pending accounts |
Your talents suddenly |
The things you lived and will live |
I wait for you at the crossroads and there we decide |
If heads or tails |
Whether luck or fate |
If everything is written or if we write more |
And in the end I walk alone |
And although of turns |
There is no way back |
They are the crosses of a cemetery |
Those who speak to us and tell |
that we are here |
empty houses |
entire cities lost |
Ghost towns to exorcise |
in spinning wheels |
We cross borders |
The waters that were still move |
Everything becomes very special |
tubes with waves |
The lurking rocks |
tasty dangers |
the snow that awaits |
The vertigo that we like to look for |
And in the end I walk alone |
And although of turns |
There is no way back |
They are the crosses of a cemetery |
Those who speak to us and tell |
that we are here |
new metropolis |
The bars celebrate |
And some hug |
and others kiss |
And they toast the good with the bad |
And in the end I walk alone |
And although of turns |
There is no way back |
They are the crosses of a cemetery |
Those who speak to us and tell |
That in the end I walk alone |
And although of turns |
There is no way back |
They are the crosses of a cemetery |
Those who speak to us and tell |
that we are here |