Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Pozo, artist - Izal. Date of issue: 08.03.2018
Song language: Spanish
El Pozo(original) |
| He despertado en el fondo de este pozo sin saber |
| Quién soy, como he llegado |
| Lleno de barro, con algunos huesos rotos y la piel |
| Color papel quemado |
| Me levanto y clavo uñas y dientes contra la pared |
| El calor, derrite mis manos |
| Respiro y ardo, hogueras en mi Torre de Babel |
| El dolor ya no duele tanto |
| (Un, dos, tres) |
| Y ahí afuera buscaremos al malo |
| Y los buenos nos tendrán que creer |
| «Salga despacio con los brazos en alto |
| Ponga las manos donde yo las pueda ver» |
| He ido quitando millones de alfileres de mis pies |
| Veloz, sigo trepando |
| Si me resbalo, no dudes que lo intentaré otra vez |
| Tendré mucho más cuidado |
| Tomo impulso y salto, te va a faltar ciudad para correr |
| Escóndete, ya estoy llegando |
| He recordado, al ver tu cara por última vez |
| Fuiste tú, ya te he encontrado |
| Ya tiran fuerte mis voluntades, mis ganas de llamar |
| A voz en grito tus malditas atenciones |
| Sube la fiebre de este pobre músculo impaciente |
| Ya me separo del envoltorio, de la inutilidad |
| Del peso muerto de este cuerpo descarnado |
| Ojos cerrados, boca abierta, cuento tres y salgo |
| (Un, dos, tres) |
| Y ahí afuera buscaremos al malo |
| Y los buenos nos tendrán que creer |
| «Salga despacio con los brazos en alto |
| Ponga las manos donde yo las pueda ver» |
| (translation) |
| I have woken up at the bottom of this well without knowing |
| Who am I, how did I get here? |
| Full of mud, with some broken bones and skin |
| burnt paper color |
| I get up and dig nails and teeth against the wall |
| The heat, it melts my hands |
| I breathe and I burn, bonfires in my Tower of Babel |
| The pain doesn't hurt so much anymore |
| (One two Three) |
| And out there we'll look for the bad guy |
| And the good ones will have to believe us |
| "Exit slowly with your arms raised |
| Put your hands where I can see them» |
| I've been removing millions of pins from my feet |
| Fast, I keep climbing |
| If I slip, don't doubt I'll try again |
| I will be much more careful |
| I take momentum and jump, you will need a city to run |
| Hide, I'm coming |
| I have remembered, seeing your face for the last time |
| It was you, I've already found you |
| My wills are already strong, my desire to call |
| I shout out your damn attentions |
| Turn up the fever of this poor impatient muscle |
| I already separate myself from the packaging, from the uselessness |
| From the dead weight of this emaciated body |
| Eyes closed, mouth open, I count to three and I'm out |
| (One two Three) |
| And out there we'll look for the bad guy |
| And the good ones will have to believe us |
| "Exit slowly with your arms raised |
| Put your hands where I can see them» |