Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Malos pensamientos, artist - Extremoduro. Album song Donde Estan Mis Amigos, in the genre Хард-рокDate of issue: 07.06.1992
Record label: Dro East West
Song language: Spanish
Malos pensamientos(original) |
| Las calles, desbordadas de soledad |
| Musitan su canción, de asfalto y humedad |
| La lluvia de gente, cesó a las doce |
| Y los escaparates a oscuras, consumen la noche |
| La calle |
| Helada |
| No deja de gemir |
| Susurra |
| Me grita |
| Y me aleja más de tí |
| Y a través del cristal |
| De mis gafas no entiendo |
| ¿qué coños tienes dentro? |
| ¿y a quién agobias tú? |
| Mi cerebro |
| Es asfalto |
| Mi rostro |
| Cemento |
| Suda mi piel |
| Y lubrifica mis malos pensamientos |
| Ya no puedo caminar |
| Repto desde hace tiempo |
| Las palabras forman |
| Grilletes de brillante hielo |
| Suda mi piel |
| Y lubrifica mis malos pensamientos |
| Ya no puedo caminar |
| Repto desde hace tiempo |
| Las banderas de mi casa son la ropa tendía |
| En mi casa las banderas son los pájaros sin amo |
| Y una chica que es ligera, salta del bus a la acera |
| En mi casa las banderas son de todos los colores |
| Son el amor y la lluvia en noches de luna lunera |
| En mi casa las banderas están hechas de agua pura |
| Son los duendes del parque que registran las basuras |
| Las banderas de mi casa, son la ropa tendía |
| P.D.: Te acompaño un rato amigo mío en |
| Tu camino, en este cruce te dejo y me |
| Voy campo a través, por tus tierras |
| Unas fértiles, otras mal regadas |
| (translation) |
| The streets, overflowing with loneliness |
| They whisper their song, of asphalt and humidity |
| The rain of people stopped at twelve |
| And the shop windows in the dark consume the night |
| The street |
| Frost |
| won't stop moaning |
| whisper |
| yells at me |
| And it takes me further away from you |
| And through the glass |
| I don't understand about my glasses |
| what the hell do you have inside? |
| and who do you overwhelm? |
| My brain |
| it's asphalt |
| My face |
| Cement |
| sweat my skin |
| And lubricate my bad thoughts |
| I can't walk anymore |
| Repto for a long time |
| the words form |
| Shackles of Brilliant Ice |
| sweat my skin |
| And lubricate my bad thoughts |
| I can't walk anymore |
| Repto for a long time |
| The flags of my house are the clothes I tended |
| In my house the flags are the birds without a master |
| And a girl who is light, jumps from the bus to the sidewalk |
| In my house the flags are of all colors |
| They are love and rain on moonlit nights |
| In my house the flags are made of pure water |
| They are the goblins of the park that register the rubbish |
| The flags of my house are the clothes I tended |
| P.S.: I'll accompany you for a while my friend in |
| Your way, at this intersection I leave you and I |
| I go across the field, through your lands |
| Some fertile, others poorly watered |