Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Retorciendo palabras, artist - Fangoria. Album song El paso trascendental del vodevil a la astracanada. Antologia de canciones de ayer y de hoy, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 21.10.2010
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Retorciendo palabras(original) |
No, no pretendas tener la razn |
No me vengas pidiendo perdn |
No me digas que ha sido un error |
Que lo sientes |
En fin, de que sirve un futuro ideal |
Construido en terreno ilegal |
O un pasado que me hace dudar del presente? |
Y yo, me defiendo atacandote asi |
Retorciendo palabras de amor |
Intentando que quieran decir lo que yo no me atrevo |
Y yo, me sorprendo diciendo que si |
Retorciendo palabras de amor |
Intentando que hagan por mi |
Lo que yo ya no puedo |
No, no te inventes un nuevo color |
Transparente como una traicin |
Camuflaje para una ilusin de mi mente |
Por fin, los milenios son un decimal |
Un trocito de tiempo fugaz |
Algo efimero y bien poco mas sin ningun valor |
Y yo, me defiendo atacandote asi |
Retorciendo palabras de amor |
Intentando que quieran decir lo que yo no me atrevo |
Y yo, me sorprendo diciendo que si |
Retorciendo palabras de amor |
Intentando que hagan por mi lo que yo ya no puedo |
Los milenios son un decimal |
Una suma de cifras de tiempo sin mas |
Voces nuevas presentes, futuras, pasadas |
Que van retorciendo palabras de amor |
Construyendo edificios que no duraran |
Un diseo de algo fugaz |
Arquitectos de frases que me hacen dudar |
Y que intentan decirme |
Que no s lo que quiero |
Y yo, me defiendo atacandote asi |
Retorciendo palabras de amor |
Intentando que quieran decir lo que yo no me atrevo |
Y yo, me sorprendo diciendo que si |
Retorciendo palabras de amor |
Intentando que hagan por mi lo que yo ya no puedo |
Construyendo edificios que no duraran |
Un diseo de algo fugaz |
Arquitectos de frases que me hacen dudar |
Y que intentan decirme |
Que no s lo que quiero |
(translation) |
No, don't pretend to be right |
Don't come asking me for forgiveness |
Don't tell me it was a mistake |
that you feel it |
Anyway, what good is an ideal future |
Built on illegal land |
Or a past that makes me doubt the present? |
And I, I defend myself by attacking you like this |
twisting words of love |
Trying to make them want to say what I don't dare |
And I, I surprise myself saying yes |
twisting words of love |
trying to get them to do it for me |
What I can no longer |
No, don't make up a new color |
Transparent as a betrayal |
Camouflage for an illusion of my mind |
Finally, millennia are a decimal |
A piece of fleeting time |
Something ephemeral and very little else without any value |
And I, I defend myself by attacking you like this |
twisting words of love |
Trying to make them want to say what I don't dare |
And I, I surprise myself saying yes |
twisting words of love |
Trying to make them do for me what I can no longer |
Millennia is a decimal |
A sum of figures of time without more |
New voices present, future, past |
that are twisting words of love |
Building buildings that won't last |
A design of something fleeting |
Architects of phrases that make me doubt |
And what are they trying to tell me? |
That is not what I want |
And I, I defend myself by attacking you like this |
twisting words of love |
Trying to make them want to say what I don't dare |
And I, I surprise myself saying yes |
twisting words of love |
Trying to make them do for me what I can no longer |
Building buildings that won't last |
A design of something fleeting |
Architects of phrases that make me doubt |
And what are they trying to tell me? |
That is not what I want |