Lyrics of La Chispa Adecuada (Bendecida 3) (Directo) - Héroes del Silencio

La Chispa Adecuada (Bendecida 3) (Directo) (original)

Las palabras fueron avispas
Y las calles como dunas
Cuando aùn te espero llegar
En un ataùd guardo tu tacto y una corona
Con tu pelo enmarañado
Queriendo encontrar un
Arco-iris infinito
Mis manos que aùn son de hueso
Y tu vientre sabe a pan
La catedral es tu cuerpo
Eras verano y mil tormentas, yo
El leòn que sonrìe a las paredes
Que he vuelto a pintar del mismo color
No se distinguir entre besos y raìces
No sè distinguir lo complicado de lo simple
Y ahora estàs en mi lista de promesas a olvidar
Todo arde si le aplicas la chispa adecuada
El fuego que era a veces propio
La ceniza siempre ajena
Blanca esperma resbalando
Por la espina dorsal
Ya somos màs viejos y sinceros
Y què màs da
Si miramos la «laguna»
Como llaman a la eternidad
De la ausencia
No se distinguir entre besos y raìces
No sè distinguir lo complicado de lo simple
Y ahora estàs en mi lista de promesas a olvidar
Todo arde si le aplicas la chispa adecuada

(translation)

The words were wasps
And the streets like dunes
When I still wait for you to arrive
In a coffin I keep your touch and a crown
with your matted hair
wanting to find a
infinite rainbow
My hands that are still made of bone
And your belly tastes like bread
The cathedral is your body
You were summer and a thousand storms, I
The lion that smiles at the walls
That I have repainted the same color
I don't know how to distinguish between kisses and roots
I don't know how to distinguish the complicated from the simple
And now you're on my list of promises to forget
Everything burns if you apply the right spark
The fire that was sometimes its own
The ash always foreign
White sperm slipping
down the spine
We are already older and more sincere
And what else gives
If we look at the "lagoon"
What do they call eternity
of the absence
I don't know how to distinguish between kisses and roots
I don't know how to distinguish the complicated from the simple
And now you're on my list of promises to forget
Everything burns if you apply the right spark