Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Avalancha (Directo) , by - Héroes del Silencio. Release date: 28.09.1995
Song language: Spanish
Avalancha (Directo)(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 |
| We 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 |