Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Incendios, artist - Conchita.
Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Song language: Spanish
Incendios(original) |
Pasa el tiempo |
Y casi no me di ni cuenta |
No estuve ni un segundo quieta |
Queriendo saber más |
Y ahora toca |
Hacer balance y sin quererlo |
Salen de golpe los disparos |
Que no supe frenar |
Y qué miedo me doy |
Cuando me miro y ya no sé quien soy |
El problema soy yo |
Que no sé donde me he metido |
Yo, que ya no me conozco |
Yo, que ya no me quiero ni ver |
El problema soy yo |
Que no sé dónde me he metido |
Yo, que me castigo |
Si hubiera dicho |
O hubiera hecho |
Quién sabe qué… |
Y pasa el tiempo |
Y voy apagando el incendio |
A veces lo reaviva el viento |
Y se deja llevar |
Y caigo lento |
Caída libre, peso muerto |
Cien pavos a que me reviento |
Y nadie va a preguntar |
Y qué miedo me doy |
Cuando me miro y ya no sé quien soy |
El problema soy yo |
Que no sé donde me he metido |
Yo, que ya no me conozco |
Yo, que ya no me quiero ni ver |
El problema soy yo |
Que no sé dónde me he metido |
Yo, que me castigo |
Si hubiera ido |
O hubiera hecho |
Quién sabe qué… |
Incendios… |
Días del color del Sol |
Madrugadas que son ceniza |
Constante salto al vacío |
Durmiendo entre llamaradas |
Todo ardiendo a mi alrededor |
Quizás porque el fuego soy yo |
Cuando yo soy el problema |
Y sé inyectar cada castigo en vena |
Tengo al enemigo en mi ombligo y le sigo si él ordena |
Mientras quema cada otoño con daños y engaños |
Con verdades que siempre me escupe el espejo del baño |
Si hubiera dicho, hubiera hecho caso al pecho |
Y me reprocho ser más terco y gris |
No veo París bajo este techo |
El problema es mi adicción a las excusas |
Al balazo de ruletas rusas |
Al abrazo tenso de medusas |
Nunca salvo, así cabalgo |
Vivo y ardo, lanzo el dardo |
Donde no hay diana, ganas |
Ni un mañana pa' este barco |
¿Crees que me conoces? |
No |
No me conocen ni mis muebles ya |
Mis voces que se irritan y me gritan |
«¿Cuándo volverás a ser quien eras?» |
Yo en mi esfera de duda y canciones |
Tirando a esta papelera mil esperas e ilusiones |
Son problemas de vivir junto a mis malas decisiones |
De intentar unir en una cara todas mis versiones |
Demasiado suelo, para así elegir por donde bailo |
Demasiado cielo, para decidir de dónde caigo |
Demasiado loco, quiero cambiar y, sin embargo |
Demasiado vago, quizás para lanzarme a intentarlo |
Y no hay agua ya que apague llamaradas tan calientes |
Si me da igual ser cobarde y eso me hace más valiente |
Siempre frente al fuego |
Capaz de sentirme vivo al menos |
Cuando me doy permiso al fin para ser quien yo quiero |
Si hubiera dicho |
O hubiera hecho |
Quién sabe qué |
(translation) |
time passes |
And I hardly even noticed |
I was not quiet for a second |
wanting to know more |
And now it's time |
Take stock and unintentionally |
Gunshots come out |
that I did not know how to stop |
And how afraid I am |
When I look at myself and I no longer know who I am |
I'm the problem |
I don't know where I've been |
I, who no longer know myself |
I, who no longer want to see myself |
I'm the problem |
I don't know where I've been |
I, who punish myself |
if i had said |
or would have done |
Who knows what... |
and time passes |
And I'm putting out the fire |
Sometimes the wind revives it |
and gets carried away |
And I fall slow |
free fall, deadlift |
A hundred bucks that I burst |
And no one will ask |
And how afraid I am |
When I look at myself and I no longer know who I am |
I'm the problem |
I don't know where I've been |
I, who no longer know myself |
I, who no longer want to see myself |
I'm the problem |
I don't know where I've been |
I, who punish myself |
If I had gone |
or would have done |
Who knows what... |
Fires… |
days of the color of the sun |
early mornings that are ashes |
Constant leap into the void |
sleeping between flames |
Everything burning around me |
Maybe because the fire is me |
when i'm the problem |
And I know how to inject every punishment in a vein |
I have the enemy in my navel and I follow him if he orders |
As he burns each fall with damage and deceit |
With truths that the bathroom mirror always spits at me |
If I had said, I would have listened to the chest |
And I reproach myself for being more stubborn and gray |
I don't see Paris under this roof |
The problem is my addiction to excuses |
To the bullet of Russian roulettes |
To the tense embrace of jellyfish |
I never save, so I ride |
I live and burn, I throw the dart |
Where there is no target, you win |
Not one morning for this ship |
You think you know me? |
Do not |
They don't know me or my furniture anymore |
My voices that get irritated and yell at me |
"When will you be who you were again?" |
Me in my sphere of doubt and songs |
Throwing a thousand hopes and illusions into this wastebasket |
They are problems of living together with my bad decisions |
Of trying to unite all my versions in one face |
Too much ground, so I can choose where I dance |
Too much sky, to decide where I fall from |
Too crazy, I want to change and yet |
Too lazy, perhaps to throw myself into trying |
And there's no water anymore to put out flares so hot |
If I don't care about being a coward and that makes me braver |
always facing the fire |
Able to feel alive at least |
When I finally give myself permission to be who I want |
if i had said |
or would have done |
who knows what |