Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Quemando tus recuerdo , by - Extremoduro. Release date: 09.12.2021
Song language: Spanish
Quemando tus recuerdo(original) |
| Vivir a la deriva |
| Sentir que todo marcha bien |
| Volar siempre hacia arriba |
| Y pensar que no puedo perder |
| Voy a hacer un tambor de mis escrotos |
| Sólo dejó, dejó sólo una foto |
| Y vivir, qué cuesta arriba |
| Y sentir que no sé qué hago aquí |
| Y andar siempre arrastrado |
| Y perder, que no puedo pensar |
| Voy a hacer un tambor de mis escrotos |
| Sólo dejo, dejo sólo una foto |
| Y cada vez que la miro me pongo malo |
| Cada vez que la miro me salen granos |
| Cada vez que la miro me pongo tieso |
| Cada vez que la miro me pega el palo |
| Cada vez que la miro me se encoge el alma |
| Cada vez que te miro te como el higo |
| Cada vez que la miro me como el tarro |
| Cada vez que la miro me tiro al barro |
| Me acuerdo de sus caricias |
| Y la memoria me engaña |
| Me se come la desidia |
| Y me cuelgan las arañas |
| Voy a empaparme en gasolina una vez más |
| Voy a rasparme a ver si prendo |
| Y recorrer de punta a punta la ciudad |
| Quemando nuestros malos sueños |
| Voy a empaparme en gasolina una vez más |
| Voy a rasparme a ver si prendo |
| Y recorrer de puta en puta la ciudad |
| Quemando todos tus recuerdos |
| No, vestida de colores, se fué ¿dónde está? |
| No, vestida de colores, quizás, no existió jamás |
| No, vestida de colores, quizás, amanecerá |
| P.D. |
| Vivo en un vertedero |
| Me acuesto con la luna |
| Qué importa ser poeta o ser basura |
| Qué importa que me engañes |
| Y luego me sonrías |
| Si sólo eras la yegua que yo más quería |
| No necesito verte pa saber que estás conmigo |
| Y relincho de alegría siempre que te miro |
| (translation) |
| living adrift |
| Feeling that everything is going well |
| always fly up |
| And to think that I can't lose |
| I'm going to make a drum out of my scrotums |
| He only left, he left only one picture |
| And to live, what an uphill |
| And feel like I don't know what I'm doing here |
| And always be dragged |
| And lose, that I can't think |
| I'm going to make a drum out of my scrotums |
| I only leave, I leave only one picture |
| And every time I look at her I get sick |
| Every time I look at it I get pimples |
| Every time I look at her I get stiff |
| Every time I look at her, the stick hits me |
| Every time I look at her my soul shrinks |
| Every time I look at you I eat the fig |
| Every time I look at it I eat the jar |
| Every time I look at her I throw myself into the mud |
| I remember your caresses |
| And the memory deceives me |
| laziness eats me |
| And the spiders hang on me |
| I'm going to soak myself in gasoline one more time |
| I'm going to scratch myself to see if I catch on |
| And go from end to end of the city |
| Burning our bad dreams |
| I'm going to soak myself in gasoline one more time |
| I'm going to scratch myself to see if I catch on |
| And go from whore to whore the city |
| burning all your memories |
| No, dressed in colors, she left, where is she? |
| No, dressed in colors, perhaps, never existed |
| No, dressed in colors, maybe it will dawn |
| P.S. |
| I live in a dump |
| I sleep with the moon |
| What does it matter to be a poet or to be trash |
| what does it matter if you deceive me |
| And then you smile at me |
| If you were only the mare that I loved the most |
| I don't need to see you to know that you're with me |
| And I neigh with joy whenever I look at you |