Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cadáver Exquisito, artist - Fito Paez.
Date of issue: 19.11.2015
Song language: Spanish
Cadáver Exquisito(original) |
Comienza el día, y una luz sentimental |
Nos envuelve, vuelve, se va |
La fabulosa sinfonía universal |
Nos envuelve, vuelve, se va |
Tango, sexo, sexo y amor |
Tanto tango, tanto dolor |
Mi vida gira en contradicción |
Jamás conquisté mi corazón |
Mas dónde estaba cuando pasó lo que pasó |
Hablándome al espejo solo? |
Vengo de un barrio, tan mezquino y criminal |
Quizá te queme, queme, quizá |
Vengo de un barrio, siempre a punto de estallar |
Quizá te queme, queme, quizá |
Si de nada sirve vivir |
Buscas algo por qué morir |
El tiempo me ha enseñado a mirar |
A veces me ha enseñado a callar |
Dónde estabas cuando pasó lo que pasó |
Hablándote al espejo sola? |
Es tanta la tristeza y es tan ruin |
Que celebro la experiencia feliz |
La estupidez del mundo nunca pudo y nunca podrá |
Arrebatar la sensualidad |
Busco mi piedra filosofal |
En los 7 locos, en el mar |
En el cadáver exquisito, en no tener piedad |
En la quinta esencia de la música |
Dentro mío en el amor |
Y el odio, tener que pensar |
Preferiría tu sonrisa a toda la verdad |
Avanzo un paso, retrocedo y vuelvo a preguntar |
(translation) |
The day begins, and a sentimental light |
It surrounds us, it comes back, it leaves |
The fabulous universal symphony |
It surrounds us, it comes back, it leaves |
Tango, sex, sex and love |
So much tango, so much pain |
My life spins in contradiction |
I never conquered my heart |
Where was I when what happened happened? |
Talking to myself in the mirror alone? |
I come from a neighborhood, so mean and criminal |
Maybe I'll burn you, burn you, maybe |
I come from a neighborhood, always about to explode |
Maybe I'll burn you, burn you, maybe |
If it's no use living |
Looking for something to die for |
Time has taught me to look |
Sometimes it has taught me to shut up |
Where were you when what happened happened |
Talking to yourself in the mirror alone? |
The sadness is so much and it is so mean |
That I celebrate the happy experience |
The stupidity of the world never could and never will |
snatch the sensuality |
I'm looking for my philosopher's stone |
In the 7 crazy, in the sea |
In the exquisite corpse, in having no mercy |
In the quintessence of music |
inside of me in love |
And the hate, having to think |
I would prefer your smile to the whole truth |
I take a step forward, go back and ask again |