Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La noche del incendio, artist - Christina Rosenvinge. Album song La joven Dolores, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 24.01.2011
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
La noche del incendio(original) |
Aparte del incendio algo nos reunía allí |
Tal vez era el silencio entonces roto por las mil |
Sirenas antirrobos, alarmas que al sonar |
Formaban el acorde que define a esta ciudad |
Era como un festival inesperado en la noche estival |
El papel incandescente caía como lluvia sideral |
Una carta ardiendo aún |
Me cayó muy cerca, entonces tú |
Tú, precisamente tú |
La apagaste de repente |
Me dijiste algo insolente |
Y volviste a desaparecer |
Me condenan por asalto, me condenan por robar |
La condena es un anhelo que no puedo precisar |
Me atrapa, me consume, me nubla la razón |
A mí, que saqué notable en arte y manipulación |
Esa noche el resplandor borró la luz del día y su terror |
Los muchachos se embravaban |
Las chicas parecían estar en flor |
Oí la música sonar y acepté la única invitación |
Tú, precisamente tú |
Con tus modos indolentes |
Me escribiste tu nombre en la frente |
Y volviste a desaparecer |
Los rascacielos arden, todo debería arder |
Te gusta echar de menos pero no sabes querer |
Te empeñas en atarme y luego echas a correr |
Si el monstruo te da miedo ¿por qué le das de comer? |
El diablo se lamenta y dice ¿pero cuál es mi función? |
¡el de arriba es ya tan torpe |
Que no hay manera de hacerlo peor! |
Y se pincha un Lexatin |
Con la punta de su tenedor |
Tú, precisamente tú |
En tu caos, tan diligente |
La maldad suele ser inconsciente |
Y vestirse de fatalidad |
Tú, precisamente tú |
Con tu amor intermitente |
Del pasado saltas al presente |
Y de nuevo, a desaparecer |
(translation) |
Apart from the fire something gathered us there |
Perhaps it was the silence then broken by the thousand |
Burglar sirens, alarms that sound |
They formed the chord that defines this city |
It was like an unexpected festival in the summer night |
The incandescent paper fell like astral rain |
A letter still burning |
I fell very close, then you |
you, exactly you |
you turned it off suddenly |
you said something rude to me |
and you disappeared again |
I'm convicted of assault, I'm convicted of stealing |
Conviction is a longing I can't pin down |
It catches me, it consumes me, it clouds my reason |
To me, who got remarkable in art and manipulation |
That night the brightness blotted out the light of day and its terror |
The boys got angry |
The girls seemed to be in bloom |
I heard the music play and I accepted the only invitation |
you, exactly you |
With your indolent ways |
You wrote your name on my forehead |
and you disappeared again |
Skyscrapers burn, everything should burn |
You like to miss but you don't know how to love |
You insist on tying me up and then you start running |
If the monster scares you, why are you feeding it? |
The devil laments and says, but what is my function? |
the one above is already so clumsy |
That there is no way to make it worse! |
And a Lexatin is pricked |
With the tip of your fork |
you, exactly you |
In your chaos, so diligent |
Evil is usually unconscious |
And dress in doom |
you, exactly you |
With your intermittent love |
From the past you jump to the present |
And again, to disappear |