Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tres Agujas, artist - Fito Paez.
Date of issue: 31.12.1989
Song language: Spanish
Tres Agujas(original) |
Fito Páez |
Miscellaneous |
Tres Agujas |
Los barcos viajan de país en país, |
la luna no siempre es la misma. |
Y vos te vas a ir, sola en tu habitación. |
Tu mamá, se fue a Marruecos sin alhajas. |
Es algo asi como cansarse de todo, |
todo sigue dando vueltas. |
Estoy abriendome, estoy cansandome. |
Mi nación, no tiene cruces ni banderas. |
No es que no te creas que las cosas han cambiado un poco. |
Es mi corazón quien decide entre el mar y la arena. |
Necesito verte antes que sea demasiado tarde. |
Casi son las tres, tres agujas tengo en la cabeza. |
No, creo que nunca es tarde |
una valvula de escape |
se transforma en un acorde. |
No, es que ya no quiero mas nadar en piletas. |
Estan partiendo el mundo por la mitad, |
estan quemandose las velas. |
Estan usandome, estan riendose. |
Y mi canción, es un antidoto del diablo. |
No es que no te creas que las cosas han cambiado un poco. |
Es mi corazón quien decide entre el mar y la arena. |
Necesito verte antes que sea demasiado tarde. |
Casi son las tres, tres agujas tengo en la cabeza. |
Una cuerda es una bala, |
el amor un ejercicio. |
Una iglesia es como un circo. |
No es que yo no quiero mas nadar en piletas. |
Noooo |
Quiero vivir aqui, mas quiero cambiar |
Cambiar para sentirme vivo. |
Y te dare una flor, antes que un Decadron. |
Oh mi amor, estoy tranquilo, pero herido. |
(translation) |
Fito Paez |
Miscellaneous |
three needles |
Ships travel from country to country, |
the moon is not always the same. |
And you are going to go, alone in your room. |
Your mom, she went to Morocco without jewelry. |
It is something like getting tired of everything, |
everything keeps spinning. |
I'm opening up, I'm getting tired. |
My nation has no crosses or flags. |
It's not that you don't think things have changed a bit. |
It is my heart that decides between the sea and the sand. |
I need to see you before it's too late. |
It's almost three o'clock, I have three needles in my head. |
No, I think it's never too late |
an exhaust valve |
it becomes a chord. |
No, it's just that I don't want to swim in pools anymore. |
They're splitting the world in half |
the candles are burning. |
They're using me, they're laughing. |
And my song, it's an antidote from the devil. |
It's not that you don't think things have changed a bit. |
It is my heart that decides between the sea and the sand. |
I need to see you before it's too late. |
It's almost three o'clock, I have three needles in my head. |
A rope is a bullet, |
love an exercise. |
A church is like a circus. |
It's not that I don't want to swim in pools anymore. |
Noooo |
I want to live here, but I want to change |
Change to feel alive. |
And I'll give you a flower, rather than a Decadron. |
Oh my love, I'm calm, but hurt. |