Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Avalancha, artist - Héroes del Silencio. Album song The Platinum Collection, in the genre Хард-рок
Date of issue: 19.11.2006
Record label: Parlophone Spain
Song language: Spanish
Avalancha(original) |
La locura |
Nunca tuvo maestro |
Para los que vamos a bogar |
Sin rumbo perpetuo |
En cualquier otra dirección |
Con tal de no domar los caballos de la exaltación |
La rutina hace sombra a las pupilas |
Que se cierran a los disfrutes que nos quedan |
Avalancha |
Avalancha |
Avalancha |
Avalancha |
Necesitamos |
El valioso tiempo |
Que abandonas sin saber |
Qué cojones hacer con él |
Nosotros somos la comida |
Y alguien está efectivamente hambriento |
Y no hay retorno a la conciencia |
Tras el desvarío del amor tempestuoso |
Avalancha |
Avalancha |
Avalancha |
Avalancha |
Aún nos quedan cosas por hacer |
Si no das un paso, te estancas |
Aún nos quedan cosas por decir |
Y no hablas |
La locura |
Nunca tuvo maestro |
Para los que vamos a bogar |
Sin rumbo perpetuo |
La muerte será un adorno |
Que pondré al regalo de mi vida |
La luna ejerce extraños influjos |
Que se contradicen y no hay quien descifre |
Avalancha |
Avalancha |
Avalancha |
Avalancha |
Avalancha |
Avalancha |
Avalancha |
Avalancha |
(translation) |
The madness |
never had a teacher |
For those of us who are going to row |
perpetually aimless |
in any other direction |
In order not to tame the horses of exaltation |
The routine shades the pupils |
That are closed to the enjoyments that we have left |
Avalanche |
Avalanche |
Avalanche |
Avalanche |
Need |
the precious time |
that you leave without knowing |
what the fuck to do with it |
we are the food |
And someone is indeed hungry |
And there is no return to consciousness |
After the madness of stormy love |
Avalanche |
Avalanche |
Avalanche |
Avalanche |
We still have things to do |
If you don't take a step, you get stuck |
We still have things to say |
and you don't speak |
The madness |
never had a teacher |
For those of us who are going to row |
perpetually aimless |
Death will be an ornament |
What will I put in the gift of my life? |
The moon exerts strange influences |
That they contradict each other and there is no one to decipher |
Avalanche |
Avalanche |
Avalanche |
Avalanche |
Avalanche |
Avalanche |
Avalanche |
Avalanche |