Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rompiendo El Letargo, artist - Cultura Profética. Date of issue: 29.10.2010
Song language: Spanish
Rompiendo El Letargo(original) |
| Romper el sueño |
| Y darse con uno mismo |
| Con una sonrisa de esas de dientes para quien no me entiende |
| Con un puñado de piedras arrojado sin pensar |
| Encontrarse convertido, en bagazo por instantes |
| En chispa quemante |
| Flor descolorida, olores artificiales |
| Se te sugiere pensar hoy, ya |
| Se te sugiere pensar, encontrarte no has logrado |
| Es la verdad |
| Sabes que tú guardas una mano en el bolsillo |
| La otra, manchada con vergüenza |
| Luz de la vergüenza |
| Que me revela y no hay defensa |
| Hoy mi canción me enfrenta |
| Y me desarmo ante ella |
| Hoy mi canción me enfrenta |
| Y me desarmo ante ella |
| Hoy mi canción me enfrenta, hoy |
| Levanto la piel |
| Inmundicia cotidiana es lo que encuentro |
| Levanto la piel |
| Inmundicia envuelta en carne y hueso |
| Levanto la piel |
| Inmundicia que me atrasa el intento |
| Levanto la piel |
| Inmundicia cotidiana es lo que encuentro |
| Quiero alejarme de la batología |
| Yo quiero arriesgarme, cantarle a la vida |
| Mi canción no intenta distinguirme |
| Sólo quiero entenderme |
| Quisiera cantarle al amor |
| La pasión, la alegría, al baile y la risa |
| Mas me encuentro desde dónde |
| No encuentro desde dónde, no |
| Mis palabras se hacen cortas |
| Ante el espectro que el alma plasma acá en mi mente |
| Mis palabras son muy cortas |
| Ante las energías que cuerpo y alma sienten |
| Mis palabras son tan cortas |
| Ante el espectro que el alma plasma acá en mi mente |
| Mis palabras son ya cortas |
| (translation) |
| break the dream |
| and find yourself |
| With a toothy smile for those who don't understand me |
| With a handful of stones thrown without thinking |
| Find yourself turned into bagasse for moments |
| in burning spark |
| Faded flower, artificial odors |
| It is suggested to you to think today, |
| You are suggested to think, to find yourself you have not achieved |
| It's true |
| You know you keep one hand in your pocket |
| The other, stained with shame |
| light of shame |
| That reveals me and there is no defense |
| Today my song confronts me |
| And I disarm before her |
| Today my song confronts me |
| And I disarm before her |
| Today my song faces me, today |
| I lift the skin |
| Everyday filth is what I find |
| I lift the skin |
| Filth wrapped in flesh and bone |
| I lift the skin |
| Filth that delays my attempt |
| I lift the skin |
| Everyday filth is what I find |
| I want to get away from batology |
| I want to take risks, sing to life |
| My song doesn't try to distinguish me |
| I just want to understand myself |
| I would like to sing to love |
| Passion, joy, dance and laughter |
| But I find myself from where |
| I don't find from where, no |
| my words are cut short |
| Before the spectrum that the soul shapes here in my mind |
| my words are too short |
| Before the energies that body and soul feel |
| My words are so short |
| Before the spectrum that the soul shapes here in my mind |
| My words are already short |